Prologue:
The moon shone through the trees lighting a path as the branches rustled softly above. A small shadow slunk along the moon lit path not making a sound. Its tail flicked out and ran along a small fern and it curled into its self. The small cat came to a large rock where another cat rested at the top. The silver cat seemed to have stars clinging to its pelt and his gaze like the moon. The shadowed cat leapt upon the rock. The ground below was littered with bodies of all ages and the creek ran red. "A shame what has happened this sorrowful night." The black cat murmured looking up to the full moon. "Too much blood was shed this night. The ancestors frowned upon these actions for many moons but the groups took no heed to the warning." The silver cat murmured still looking straight ahead. "Was it necessary not to step in? You have stopped these battles before Star. Why let them all suffer brother?" The black cat asked his amber gaze resting on that of Stars. The silver cat stood. "To stop the battle would not have prevented it in the future. It was better to let them solve themselves, even if it means total elimination." The black cat fell silent and watched as starry shadow raised from the fallen cats. Mates wound tails and friends said sorry while young kits raced around playing. As fast as they appeared they began to disappear. "A new prophecy has come brother." Star said looking over and holding the black cat's gaze. "Four kits are born this night. They shall unite and bring peace back to the forest. Or they shall turn against one another and cause pain for their kin yet to come." The silver cat said solemnly. "I suggest that you keep your paws clean of this prophecy Void. This forest deserves peace again." Star said and Void's pelt bristled. "Not all prophecies follow destiny, Star. I of all cats know that." Void said standing and turning without another word before melting into the shadows.
Void found the kits that were born with no problem. Nothing ever got past him; he knew all life and death in the forest and plain. The shadow cat stood in front of the tightly knit tree roots that made an enclosed nest. Sure enough four kits lay nestled against a dull gray pelt. One was black as night, similar to the Shadow cat himself. One was white as fresh snow and seemed to glow as she lay next to the black one. The largest one was bright orange, similar to a bright flame. And the smallest was a dark brown, like that of a creek bank after rain. Void lifted his muzzle to the stars before melting back into the shadows.
