Prologue

" Stream their so beautiful." Purred a small black tom with one right white front paw. He was looking down at three bundles of fur curled up to Stream a grey she-cat. One was brown with a black front paw the youngest, one was black with a grey spots he was the oldest and the only tom, and one was pure white she was the middle and the smallest.

"Scourge what should we name them?" Stream asked the tom. She turned her gaze from her kits curled into her belly. "You chose." Scourge simply meowed. Stream put her tail on the brown she-kit. "Death," then she moved her tail to the male. "Kill, and" she then move her tail to the white one. "Angel."

Scourge looked at his kits and purred. "They're perfect." He then curled up next to his mate and their kits. Scourge thought 'I'm a father, I'll teach my kits to be strong like me, and no one will harm them.' He then fell asleep.