Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Warriors series or characters, except the ones I made up. Also, this story takes place back in the old forest, before Firestar, Sandstorm, and all those other warriors we know so well. :-)
"Are you sure you want to do this? Think about all you're giving up." A ginger tom stood facing a silver tortoiseshell queen, with two kits in between them.
"I have to do this. Shadow's only expecting one kit, and he'll be suspicious if there are more." The queen mewed. "I'll take Flame, and you can take Sky."
"But that's mousebrained!" the tom protested. "Only StarClan knows how many kits you're going to have!"
"That's not it," the she-cat mewed desperately. "Eagleheart, if I take Flame and Sky, Shadow will kill Sky. He only wants a tomkit so it can take over BloodClan after him! I want both my kits to be alive and healthy, so they can live to a long age, and then go to join StarClan."
After a brief pause, Eagleheart nodded. "All right, Feather, I'll take her, but for her sake, not yours." He bent to pick up the little she-kit, but Feather stopped him.
"Eagleheart, I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you," her eyes softened, "but you are their father, and I needed somewhere to take Sky so she would be safe."
"I know." Eagleheart's eyes were scanning the edges of the clearing, but he bent forward and gave Feather a lick before picking up Sky. Feather gave one last lick to her little kit, then watched as Eagleheart padded away. Soon, the mist swallowed him up, and he and the kit were gone.
Bending down, Feather picked up Flame and began heading back towards Twolegplace. Her heart was heavy, and she felt as if she had torn it in two. The only way to make it full again, she knew, was to be reunited with her little kit. But for then, she had to wait, and she set her paws toward the rising sun...
I know it's a short prologue, but the chapters will get longer, I promise.