Prologue
It was midnight and the tiny cry of a newborn kit could be heard through the forest. In the cave between a tree and the ground a black she-cat with luminous red eyes lay there with her new-born kit. It was a small black she-cat and the mother felt sure, she'd look exactly like she did. She looked up and looked around. Where was her mate? He'd said he would be back soon with fresh-kill. Suddenly a midnight black tom emerged from the bushes, his amber eyes sparkling with an emotion she couldn't read, neither joy nor love.
"Where have you been?" she asked softly, "I thought you said you were going to get us some fresh-kill?" The tom snarled softly.
"I'm sorry," he mewed leaning over and grabbing the kit, "But my mate has had a litter and I have to be loyal to her now." And before the queen could react the tom brought down his massive claws and killed the newborn instantly.
"My kit!" she shrieked, "How could you? I thought you loved me!" The tom looked away.
"I did," he mewed, "But I love my true mate to." He turned back to her, showing his teeth, "Go back to SpiritClan Darkrose and tell no one of this! We don't belong together anymore."
"Fine!" Darkrose sobbed, "But don't you ever come near me or my family again!" With that she charged in the direction of the cliffs without looking back. The tom watched her go with no regret in his eyes. Then he looked down at the small dead kit, touching his nose to its flank he mewed his farewell to his kit.
"You'll be more loved in StarClan little one," he mewed softly, "I hope you understand what I did and why I did this tonight." With that he quickly buried the small bundle and padded back to the OceanClan camp.