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This is a prologue!
Chapter One
Four Queens
Venomstrike's POV
I watch the four queens, heavy with soon-to-be-born kits, pad into the clearing and sit, waiting for my direction. I nod down at them and lift my head elegantly.
I clear my throat, then gaze down at them. The youngest, probably just out of apprentice-hood, shivers at my gaze. I merely chuckle.
"Hello. I get the idea that you believe in the prophecy. Quite frankly, I thought some of you wouldn't show up." As I speak my last words, I stare deeper into the youngest queen's eyes. She looks down guiltily.
I continue. "May you recite it for me, so I know you are worthy of my trust?"
Slowly, each one starts speaking the prophecy. It's worn down into my mind, by now.
The Four of The Light
If you spread this prophecy, true,
the correct queens will come to you
Four Kits, born in light
From four clans, have to unite,
If they do not, the world will end
You have until next full moon's end.
It isn't quite clear.
But, each queen recites it correctly, and I show the faintest hint of a smile.
"Good." I pause, then regain confidence. "You will all give birth at dawn, and exactly at dawn. If there are any other kits, we must separate them from the four before their eyes open. We will know it's the four because of this- their eyes will be open. They won't see, but it is just a sign. They will gain sight after the other kits are with our backup queens, where I have hidden at a secret location. You must love and nurture only your child in the four." I stop to watch the queen's terrified faces. "You are sacrificing a lot. But you must."
Slowly, they all nod. The youngest one curses under her breath.
"I don't know how to kit a queen, so let your instincts guide the way." I explain. Hisses of outrage come from the queens. I growl back. "It's how the prophecy works." They all curl up in the makeshift nests. I turn and pad away.
