Prologue
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A bright brown she-cat walked through a forest pushing a tiny kit infront of her. The kit was a small black furball with orange splotches, half of its face was black and the other half was orange and it had small white paws. Tiny white flakes started to fall from the sky and the kit looked up at the snow flakes with interest.
The she-cat picked up the kit by the scruff and started to walk faster trying to find shelter before the snow got to deep.
Before long the she-cat was up to her belly in snow. The tiny kit whiled pitifully as the she-cat fell and was dunked in the deep snow. She got up agin and started to walk as fast as she could.
Finally the two cats stummbled upon a cave that was sheltered from the rough winds and snow. The she-cat started to lick the small cats fur the wrong way to warm it up, then she curled around the kit and started to groom her self.
The next morring the cats set out agin stummbling along in the deep snow. The tiny kit trugged behind its mother with its tail down and head hanging, suddently the mottled kit fell over and didn't get back up the kits mother turned around and grabbed the kits scruff and lifted it into the air.
They dragged on for meny hours and the kit fell asleep in its mothers grasp. The kit woke up to snarls in the distence his eyes opened to find two muscler cats hoving above him. He gazed around for his mother but there was no sign of her but the fiant smell of her sent. Then the cat let out a hiss "What are you doning on our territory rogue?" the biggist cat snarled.
Then it struck the kit like a blow, his mother must of left him in clan territory hopping they'ed find him and take care of him. But no these cats were monsters.
"Get out of here you runt!" the cat swiped out at the kit and tore open his skin leving a mark that would remind him of his mothers betrail.
A bloody wound now streached from his lower jaw down his neck and across his shoulder. The kit let out a horrible screech at the pain.
He scrammbled to his feet and started to limp away.
The cat screeching at him never to return. Don't worry ,he snarled to himself, I'll never come back to this place... never agin, I shall trust no one ever agin...no not ever.