Prologue
The forest was in a bliss, cold darkness. As creepy as it seemed, the moon was at its brightest, and all was silent. All accept two cats. Eaglestar was running quite loudly through the thorn bushes. Idiot. Snakestar was creeping through the snow, ears perked and eyes ready. He could hear Eaglestar, only a few fox-steps away. He was going to get revenge. Eaglestar had the land, the prey, the warriors! Snakestar had little land, scarce prey, and sick, weak warriors. He felt the feeling of sadness burn at his throat. What was he doing? This way not like him. He backed up, tail swishing through the the snow. He will announce his weakness at the next Gathering. Hopefully his old child-hood friend will help him... Just this once...