Prologue
"Protect the kits! Protect the Elders! Protect the Queens! Protect IceClan!" a dark tom yowled. Cheers of agreement rang throughout the camp.
A gray she-cat sat listening to all this. She looked at her three kits sleeping peacefully in there warm nest. Flarekit. She thought. I must save her. She is the future of this Clan. She carefully went and grabbed the black kit by the scruff and silently padded out of camp. She knew where she must go.
She dashed across the damp forest ground. She sniffed the air. No! DarkClan will not get Flarekit! The she-cat ran even faster until it felt as if she was flying. She approached Twolegplace. She ran toward one twoleg nest she knew very well. The Queen placed the small kit at the front of the nest.
"Good-bye, my young kit." She meowed sadly and then dashed off back into the forest as the massive DarkClan attacked the camp.
