A/N this is the prologue. You want the chapters up faster? Then please help out and submit a cat to create a cat.
Prologue
A screech broke through the cresent, where every cat sat, waiting for the news that their leader was dead. Inside the nursery she convulsed, her eyes deep and unseeing. Five figures huddled in the corner, silent with grief.
"There is hope, there is hope" A young tortoise-shell cat was frantically murmuring to herself as she flitted about, trying to work in the enclosed space. Finally she relaxed.
"A she-kit"
"Is she dead yet?"
"No. I think I can keep her alive long enough to save all the kits"
Another wail pierced the air. The tortoise-shell whispered into the queens ear.
"A tom!" She began to lick the kit, sighing when he began to breathe.
Later, four kits lay in the mossy bedding. The body of the kitting queen lay still, taking no breaths.
"One more! A t-" A gasp split the air. "I was too late. He didn't make it." She turned to a tom, who was shuddering quietly in the corner. "I am so sorry Dusk, I have failed you."
A/N I know it was short and confusing, but all will make sense soon. B soon I mean at the end of the story.
Dusk here is not the same as the Dusk in the allegiances of my creat-a-cat. That Dusk got - wait I'm not telling. You'll have to read to find out.