Prologue
A white cat flattened her ears against the sleet. "Why did Fallstar have to choose today for a meeting?" She muttered under her breath, snorting when she saw a tiger pelted she-cat a way through the tree copse, covered in snow. The cat squinted, trying to make out the pale shape of Snowstar. She looked up to show her ice blue eyes, to alert Fallstar that she was there. Snowstar raced into the tree copse, sighing with relief when the sleet stopped pounding on her back. She found a patch of moss near the pond Fallstar had arranged to meet and dipped her head. "Good evening, Fallstar," The snow white she-cat mewed politely. "Evening," Fallstar replied briskly. Snowstar sat down, concern in her blue eyes. "This is about the kits, isn't it?" she guessed. Fallstar nodded. "Yeah," She replied, shaking with worry. "It's ok," Snowstar comforted, licking Fallstar's ears. Fallstar squirmed away. "But it's not!" she protested. "Every cat in StarClan know's its not!" Snowstar sighed. "Tigerkit will be FINE,"She growled flicking her tail. As Snowstar bounded off, she couldn't help but feel a small tremor of worry. What if Fallstar is right? She sighed. I sure hope she's not. Or else we're in BIG trouble.