Author's Note: I am basing this off a role play I did around a year and a half ago. Some of the characters I use are characters others have role played, although not many since I have forgotten some of the names. It WAS a year ago.
Disclaimer: In this chapter I own Frog, the kit, and the she-cat. The clan is owned by Erin Hunter, along with Warriors.
Prologue:
The moonlight reflected off the trees of the forest lighting the path. Most animals have already been in their nests sleeping away in the deep night. An orange and white tabby she-cat was not one of them. She hurried over rocks and roots of the trees, carrying a sleeping kit in her jaws that had closely resembled herself. She had a faint idea where her destination was, but she was sure she would find it with her nose. The place she knew would shelter the kit, where she could not on the streets.
The undergrowth got denser with the scent of cats getting stronger and she knew she was close.
Looking around for indication on where they could possibly be, she found a small dried up stream and followed it up river to where it finally ended. At the end of the dried river, many bushes were around the she-cat. She looked around for another clue, and one bramble bush had a small hole that looked like a possible passage. She climbed into it, with the brambles pulling on her pelt. Looking down, she saw footsteps of many generations before her while the scent was everywhere and she knew she had reached the destination. The bramble bush led to a small clearing that she knew had to be the camps she heard stories about. Taking a small peek out of the bush, she saw guards sleeping only a few paw steps away from her, laughing to herself that the cats had fallen asleep.
Lazy guards, wonder what their leader will think if they ever see them sleeping on the job.
Placing down the kit, she licked its head.
Goodbye little one, you will never know your father or me. It was for the best.
Nudging the kit awake, she fled as soon as it cried out. She heard the clan awake from the kit's cries and alert the rest of the clan to help the poor helpless kit. She heard the yowls for her, the mother, to return to her kit but she had ignored them.
Only a few more fox lengths until she would be in the city. She would begin her life tomorrow back as it use to be, although she worried about what Frog would think. If he knew the kit was even his.
I'm sorry Frog, We wouldn't be able to handle her in the big city.
Second Author's Note: If you are guessing, the clan is Thunderclan and the cat is the mother. (no really?) I'm not really sure about when the next chapters will be posted, but I hope I don't get a random writers block for this like every other story I tried writing -_-
All constructive criticism will be accepted. Flames will be laughed at and then fed to the campfire for smores.