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Prophecies of Mystery
Prologue
The night was still and dark. Very dark. As dark as it had ever been. There was no moon out, and clouds covered the sky. A small tortoishell cat lay stretched out on the ground. She gently nuzzled three kits squirming by her belly, emitting pitiful sounds into the night air. She licked them desperately, trying to keep them alive. She had run out of milk earlier, and now her kits were starving. A faint rustling overhead made the cat look up. A large owl circled over head. The she-cat hissed and covered her kits, in an attempt to protect them from the predator. The she-cat was so busy with the owl, that she didn't notice the other sounds around her. The bushes stirred behind her, and a pair of yellow eyes glistened in the dark. A cat stepped out of the bushes and stalked toward the cringing she-cat. He let out a low hiss and leapt at her, landing squarely on her shoulders. She yowled, and rolled sideways to avoid crushing her precious kits. The tom easily rolled her over and pinned her to the mossy ground. He bent his head and whispered in her ear, "I can save your kits. I will take them and yourself back to my clan and your kits will be able to eat, and live. But it will cost you."
The she-cat squirmed underneath him, his weight crushing her. Fighting for breath, she gasped, "I will do what ever you want, just save my kits, please."
The tom grinned, his teeth white against the black of night. He growled his approval and got off the cat. He padded over to where the kits lay huddled on the ground and grasped one in his jaws. The she-cat grabbed another one, and looked at the tom to get the last one. He padded over and picked up the other kit. He flicked his tail for the she-cat to follow, and led the way into the bushes, with the she-cat close behind.
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