Prologue

Rain - Blue gray she-cat with amber eyes ( 3 moons)

Honey - cream furred she-cat with white tabby stripes and green eyes ( 4 years)

Aspen - white tom with amber eyes ( 2 years)

Periwinkle - Pale gray tabby she-cat with darker stripes near her paws and blue eyes (8 moons)

It was new-leaf, and the streams were abundant with fish and the forest plentiful with prey. The weather was warm and comfortable for Moon and her mate, Stem.

It was warm and cozy in the den under a willow tree that Moon and Stem had made for their unborn kits. Stem had gone hunting so she was alone now. He should be back now, she thought, though he always takes that long, no matter what.

As Moon waited for her mate to arrive with delicious prey to fill her rumbling belly, she started to groom herself. Sometimes she groomed and groomed for hours until someone interrupted her.

There was no reason not to be neat and tidy even while she was pregnant with kits. When she was done grooming, she thought she heard a faint yowl in the distance, close by the den.

Moon stood alert, fur raised. After a few minutes when there was no more sounds, she relaxed and closed her eyes for a nap.

But after a few minutes, things got worse. In fact, the predator making whoever was yowling was just outside her den.

"Help! Fox!," shrieked a kit loudly.

It was a she-kit, about a few months old, and had a blue gray pelt with amber eyes dashed quickly for cover in her den.

A huge, and frightening fox with thick red fur and was two times Moon's size followed the kit and started pushing into the den, scattering leaves and twigs. Everything was mess!

Moon knew that sitting here and watching the red fox wedging into her den was useless. The fox had blood around its snapping jaws with foamy saliva and yellowish teeth. Most importantly, the smell was revolting.

Moon gagged because the scent of the fox's disgusting breath and it's dirt clung on it's scarlet pelt. There was also the smell of fresh blood from other victims pursued by it,

She didn't know who's blood it was but she had to protect the kit that had ran inside her den and her own, unborn kits inside her stomach. In order to do that, Moon knew that she had to fight no matter what to the death. She had to at least try.

Moon slashed at its muzzle, and clawed out something that wasn't quite skin, but she had no time to wonder. She couldn't breathe with the fox blocking the only entrance!

"It's okay, I'll take care of this!" yowled another cat that had come to the fight.

Moon could barely make out a cream colored she-cat clawing at the red furred fox. She saw black dots at the edge of her vision, and after a terrifying moment, she blacked out.

Moon awoke to a burning pain on her left leg. It was probably the only injury after the fox attack besides the cuts and bruises. She shuddered at the thought of the fox.

A cream furred she-cat and a white tom was treating her cuts with a strange smelling herb. The blue-gray kit starred at her with wide innocent amber eyes tossed her a piece of leftover prey while a young, sly looking she-cat entertained the kit with a ball of moss.

"Oh, your awake now," meowed the cream colored she-cat, turning with her emerald green filled with concern. "You were lucky that you had us to help you with the fox. It ran away because we injured it very badly. My name is Honey, this is my son Aspen." Honey dipped her head at the white tom, "And that is my daughter Periwinkle."

As Honey nodded at the pale gray she-cat, Moon noticed that they all had light colored pelts, but what about the blue gray kitten?

As if the kitten had read her mind while Honey had nodded at Periwinkle, the blue gray kit piped up, "And my name is Rain, but I'm not related to any of them." Rain sadly shook her head."My parents, Storm and Frost both died after they had me."

At that point, Moon remembered Stem, her mate. Where was he?

"Where's Shine?" Moon turned toward Honey and asked, "Have you seen a tom with a white and gray pelt with amber eyes?"

Moon was panicking, what if he had been killed by the fox that had attacked them?

Rain starred at her with her honey colored orbs blank.

"Do you mean him?" Honey went outside and pointed a paw at a white and gray tom, dead in deep earthly grave. "We found him in the forest, dead, and it seemed wrong to leave him there."

To Moon's horror, it was Stem. A red haze blurred her vision. His matted white-gray pelt was full of bloody scratches. He had a large bite mark that smelled like the red fox.

The fox had obviously murdered him.

AN: This is the rewrite of "The Beginning" (which I kinda failed at first) It was my first story a long time ago, and I wanted to rewrite it because there were lots of grammar mistakes and some parts seemed a bit rushed. :/

I changed some things and added more description, but please review to tell me what you think about this! Should I add more description or is it just fine? Thanks!

Again, please review! It means a lot to me.