Prologue:

The tom was waiting. Waiting for his whole clan to curl up into their nests and fall into a deep slumber. At last, when he felt no cat was stirring, he slipped out of his den and padded silently through the dirt place tunnel and into the forest. Then he began to trot at a swift pace. The moon was up.

"I'm late," he muttered under his breath.

He journeyed quietly by the waters edge when he finally came to the lakes edge, he called softly.

"Are you there?" Then came an answer.

"Of course, I was about to leave. I thought you couldn't come." a sweet voice replied. Then a beautiful silver tabby she-cat stepped into the light of the moon and out of the shadow of the bush.

"I wasn't sure before, but now I am certain," the silver tabby said excitedly. The tom gazed at her questionly. "I am going to have kits," she exclaimed.

"That's wonderful," the dark ginger tom purred.

"Or not," the she-cat replied darkly " You're from Thunderclan, I am a Riverclan cat."

"What are we going to do with the kits?" the tom sighed "Your right." Then the two cats settled down on a moon-lit rock and they purred and shared tongues until the first signs of dawn made its way into the sky

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I hope you enjoyed the first "chapter" of my first book.