Prologue
The warm summer breeze drifted through the camp as cats filed through the entrance. One queen and her four kits followed behind more slowly. The tortoieshell-mackeral tabby she-kit looked up at the sky, and breathed in awe. She stood like that until her father picked her and her brother up. The queen thanked her mate, and picked up her other kits, who were riding on the queen's back.
As if to suit the mood of the almost empty camp and the cats near it, it started to rain. First it was only sprinkling, but it began to change to a pattern-like pitter-patter.
The queen was heartbroken, but this is how it must be. The thought of losing her family, mentor, and friends was heartbreaking. The only thing keeping her going was the fact that her sister and best friend were both expecting kits, so she would still have them along with their mates.
As all the cats said their goodbyes to eachother, the queen stood in the clearing, next to a great big rock. Just as it began to pour, hot tears streamed down the queens face as she ran towards her father and mother and other sister, and all the cats she knew. The world was spinning for this queen, and all she could think about was how terrible this whole thing was.