Prologue:
A small tom padded out into the open. His sleek black pelt stood out in the snowy field. The cat was scanning the area; he seemed to be trying to hide from someone. His amber eyes gleamed. It was hard to tell what emotion was in his eyes. Hate? Ambition?
"Intruder!" A voice yowled. A small group of cats were running at the tom. He spotted a hole and dove down it; the other cats were too big to fit. "Should we stay here?" The same voice asked. A silver tabby she-cat was peering into the hole. She gasped as she saw the cat; she recognized him.
"We should go." She said pulling her head out of the hole. "He must be harebrained to jump into a fox hole, even if it isn't in its nest." The leader of the group nodded and they padded away. The tom pulled himself out of the hole when a voice purred behind him, "Hello."
The tom jumped a tail-length into the air. He turned on the cat with his claws outstretched. He knocked the cat to the ground when he realized it was the silver tabby. "Hi Swansong." He purred, just speaking her name was horrible.
"I've missed you. Where have you been? I'm about to have your kits and you leave! I love you and you leave!" The tom sighed, now he would have to pretend he loved her. Most of the world could tell he hated her.
"Swansong, I'm sorry. I have to go, it's important." He ran off, leaving Swansong to think. I'm here. The tom thought. War is coming, be ready Clans.
