Prolouge
Snow fell heavily as two grief-stuck cats scooped away frozen earth. "Why did it have to be her?" A light brown tabby she-cat whispered. "StarClan needed Fawnkit more than we did." A storm-gray tom murmured sadly, scooping earth onto the tiny speckled she-cat before covering the grave in stone. "StarClan have mercy on us." The tom pleaded to the starry sky.
