A/N: Read a KP fanfiction about cats on DA and decided to write one myself. Thanks for the inspiration and thanks to my friend at school for letting me borrow his books for references. He is also helping co-write this. You will see Warriors references in this story.

Author: Berserkeroo & MilesTheCalicoCat(name on DA)

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all characters related to the series belong to The Walt Disney Company. Kim Possible was created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley. Warriors saga belongs to Erin Hunter and all associates. Any cat characters created are that aren't in the Warriors series belong to Berserkeroo & MilesTheCalicoCat. All rights reserved.

In the Forest resides four noble clans of cat warriors; the ThunderClan, the RiverClan, the WindClan and the ShadowClan. All is peaceful in the humble inhabitant thanks to each Clans' great leader. In the ShadowClan territory a kit's impatient yowling echoes in a den.

A small tawny kit was buzzing about the den with a pitiful expression on his face. "Mother can I go out to explore, please!" he pleaded, his grassy eyes shimmering with hope.

A silver pelted, large, mildly fluffy she-cat scooped her rambunctious son into her paws and positioned him for grooming. "You know very well that you can't. You're too young and could hurt, or stepped on, or even get lost," she meowed dismissing the subject, her tongue cleaning the small tom.

The tawny cat shifted in his mother's grip in attempt to free himself, but to no avail. "But I'm five moons old and you don't let me go anywhere," he argued, once again trying to struggle out of his mother's grip. He let out a huff. "Frostfall lets her kits explore," he muttered.

Just as the she-cat was about to give her son a witty retort, a familiar calico tom entered her den.

"You're such a serious she-cat, Raventhorn. Let the kit play with his friends," the tomcat known as Wilyfang meowed with a wink to the rebellious kit.

"He isn't your kit Wilyfang," she hissed, her ears pressed slightly to her head.

The tom slightly jumped at the reaction, but he knew his friend would react that way. "Calm down for Starlight's sake. You're just worried that he might get lost is all," Wilyfang mewed, stretching out on the den floor.

Slitted ocean teal eyes pierced the wine purple eyes of her companion. "No, I'm worried that he'll die like his brother and sister did when those fox-hearted WindClan cats invaded the nursery and killed them!" Raventhorn spat, her mind reeled to that day. She could only save one of her kits; Tawnykit. She instinctively curled close to her kit in a protective manner.

Wilyfang nodded knowingly as he was there assisting his friend out of the nursery. He recalled the image of her tears streaming down her face. The tom shook the memory out of his head. He hated seeing his friend unhappy. "I know Raventhorn, but he won't grow properly if he can't fend for himself or hunt. He'll have to learn these things if he wants to become a warrior or at least a medicine cat, but oh wait. He won't be able to know where the herbs are if he doesn't know the Forest... all because you won't let him," he meowed in response. His voice was calm yet stern. He knew he had to approach speaking to the she-cat in a certain manner to get his point across. The calico stretched on some bedding composed of a combination of moss and rabbit's pelt.

Raventhorn grew silent as she contemplated her kithood friend's words. "Fine. He can go out and explore, but be back by sunhigh," she sighed in defeat.

The kit's eyes sparked to life. "Really? Thank you mother," he mewed as he brushed against her legs before scurrying away.

"And there he goes," the older tom meowed with a yawn.

Raventhorn gave a mock pout. "You are aware that the warrior's den is a tree-length away you mooch," she purred as she pawed Wilyfang in the face.

The tom sneezed after she removed her paw which caused her to roll her eyes. "Yes, but it's always fun to visit a friend. You holding out okay, because you know I'm here for you right?" he asked with passion in his eyes.

"Now who's acting like an elder? We're fine and you know who is far away from us," she retorted. A shiver went down her spine as she recalled eying the Darkcat at the Gathering. She brushed off the feeling and settled on the bedding next to her friend. He always knew how to sooth the she-cat.

Wilyfang spat at the calm manner of the she-cat. An aura of self loathing seeped from him. "But... I just... wish I was there. I could have done something and you wouldn't be..." he sighed with a ruffled pelt.

"A reclusive and fox-hearted she-cat with a kit," she finished.

Wilyfang grew silent.

The silver warrior brushed against the patterned tom. "I'm fine Wilyfang. I love my son with all my heart and I can take care of myself. Starlight does these things for a reason," she purred rubbing her cheek against his."I'm sure he's out there enjoying himself." Her eyes went to the entrance and exit to her den.

"Hey wait for me. I just want to play," Tawnykit mewed. The tawny kit was stalking a slimy amphibian. His grassy eyes on his prey. "Come back here Mr. Froggie," he meowed from his crouched position. "Gotcha!" he yowled as he lunged for the kill, but the frog hopped out of range. The small tom had a unsatisfied pout on his muzzle. "Come back here you mouse heart," he yowled. He peered through a few bushes at the sound of muffled voices.

A green twoleg female was raving in fit at the blue skinned twoleg. "Damn it, I'm sick of this bull shit Drakken! These were my favorite pair of boots. You are increasing my pay for this," she practically hissed.

The cerulean scientist patted the flames out of his lab coat. "It's not my fault you can't keep up with that redheaded cheerleader Shego," he retorted.

"Excuse me," the mercenary shouted, her hands set ablaze. She lobbed a shot at his feet.

"Eep! Sorry, sorry," he wailed as he jumped out of the way.

'These twolegs are weird,' Tawnykit thought, taking a brave step towards them to get a better look.

"Aw. Shego look at the cute little kitten. What are you doing in this big nasty forest by yourself little fella?" he cooed as he pranced about with the small kitten.

"Uh-huh, nofurs are weird," the small tom concluded as he was spun around in the twoleg's arms.

"Do you want to come with me little guy? Oh Shego let's keep him," he practically squeaked.

"No! You didn't take care of your dog before the government took him away so put the kitten down," the thief woman said.

"But he's so cute. Please," the villain whimpered as he made an attempt to do his rival's infamous puppy dog pout.

"Eww. What the Hell are you doing with your face?" Shego asked in disgust.

"The kitty cat pout. Pwetty pwease," Dr. Drakken asked, taking the kit's paw to swipe at her playfully.

The villainess pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Her eyes came to meet the horrid attempt of the pout. "Gah! Okay, okay. Just quit doing that with your face. It's creeping me out," she said, trying to prevent the bile from rising from her stomach.

"Huzzah!" he cheered. " Hm, so what do we call you? Floofy, no. Peepotty, no. I got it! Mr. Fuzzlesworth" the doctor said as he cuddled Tawnykit.

"Poor kitty."

"You say something Shego," the scientist asked.

"No, nothing. Absolutely nothing," Shego replied.

The two villains took the cat and fled to a hidden jet to escape the pursuit of their teen nemesis.

The small kit let out a yowl as he tried to squirm out of the blue man's grasp. "Where are you taking me? Let go please! I should have listened to my mother. Somekitty help me!" he cried out.

"Poor fella must be hungry," Dr. Drakken concluded.

"Whatever," Shego said monotone as she kept her focus on preparing the jet for their escape.

While the duo prepared for the jet, the ShadowClan medicine cat Sweetfang was in a nearby area collecting herbs for an experimental drug until she saw the twolegs. "Oh StarClan is that Tawnykit? I've got to warn Raventhorn," she meowed as she sprinted off back to the Camp and into Raventhorn's den. "Twolegs... at out border... they have... Tawnykit! Gotta hurry," Sweetfang wheezed. After all she was a medicine cat not a well built warrior like the two cats before her.

The two warriors didn't make a sound as they made a sprint towards the borders that a Windcat would envy... but they were too late.

The villains began to board the jet and took off right as the she-cat made an attempt to attack the blue maniac who was abducting her offspring, but she missed him by a whisker.

The she-cat's eyes misted over as hot tears formed in the corners of the mother's teal eyes. "Tawny... kit," Raventhorn mewed, her voice cracking and heart-broken as she watched her last kit being taken from her. The tears rolled down her face as her eyes watched the air-monster speed off into the distant skies.

"Raventhorn," Wilyfang mewled as his eyes took in her hollowing form.

The warrior didn't give a response. She just sat there... looking in the direction the twolegs that took her kit went.

"Let's give her a heartbeat Wilyfang. She'll come back when she's ready," Sweetfang offered.

"...Fine," the calico sighed as he walked away with Sweetfang. He took a final look at his friend before running from the scene he knew was coming. He couldn't bare to see what was to come.

A low and sorrowful yowl could be heard throughout the ShadowClan territory.

A/N: Yeah I know this doesn't have any KiGo action. Hell it's the prologue. KiGoness insured later on so just sit tight and read the fanfic. Also if a cat has itallics it's his/her thoughts and if it has bold and itallics it's speaking but humans only here cat noises, meows, yowls, and whatnot. If it doesn't have anything then it's between cats and/or the readers. Don't worry this won't be used that often only during the beginning and around the end. Since this series will be using Warrior's language and some me and my co-writter made up I will post our guide book as another story at the end of Purr-gatory contains spoilers.