Prologue – HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE
"Down with the Rogues!" Hollered a red-brown she-cat. Robinfeather lead the charge of her patrol after those who had crossed into their territory and stolen precious prey. Four other's followed her, one being an apprentice, Ghostpaw. Who at that moment looked frighteningly pleased with the aspect of catching and then attacking the rogues ahead.
Up a head one of the smaller rogues took a tumble and came to land in a small puddle where he was instantly stuck. The suction of the sand was too much for the young tom and he was sucked under in a matter of seconds. "Hault, do not go farther! G-Ghostpaw get back here!"
But Robinfeathers cries fell upon deaf ears as the little white apprentice sprinted off after the rest of the group. Yarrowfur spit and cursed at her apprentice, finally getting a signal from her deputy to go after her. "That mouse brained little, oh when I get my claws on her I'll, stupid little fur ball…"
Ghostpaw was cornered with two rather nasty smelling rogues towering over her. "Do you bath in dirt or were you just born that way?" She fainted a sneeze and covered her nose with her paws. "And boy are you two ever ugly, what did your mama throw you on the Thunderpath when you were born. I've seen crow food prettier than you!"
The two toms lunged but the clan born apprentice easily dodged and smiled as the two made a loud face plant into the garbage cans. She jumped up onto the brick ledge and bounded off as the larger, and uglier in Ghostpaw opinion, tom got up and made after her.
"I'll get you for that kit!" He taunted.
A growl caught in Ghostpaw's throat as she unceremoniously fell from the ledge and when tumbling head over paw down a hill. The tom watched her decent with mild amusement and left, knowing better than to go into that No-Furs place.
The little white apprentice pushed up to her paws and looked around. The ground beneath her little paws was hard and cold. This place, it's smells, everything was so foreign. Ghostpaw crept around and soon found herself in a small…oh what did Barkstar call it? A yard. It was very tiny and everything was dead. It looked rather pathetic in Ghostpaw's views. Kind of like what she imagined BlazeClan's camp to look like.
"Interesting," The adventurous she-cat moved forward, tail high, ears pricked, whiskers twitching. That is, until she saw a figure that made her stop. A large cat sat up high on a window ledge, his pelt was semi-transparent and sparkled like Silverpelt. "Great SoulClan!" The Tom turned his head, let out a purr of laughter and vanished.
She darted to the window and peered in. Alarmed she watched a No-Fur turn from the window. Curiosity made Ghostpaw press against the glass, it gave. Little Ghostpaw fell thru as it sung up and away. She landed on something rather soft. A quick movement by the No-Fur caught her eye and she froze slightly fearful of what might happen if it caught her…