Hmm.... This is the new story that Gingerstar14 and I are writing together! ;3 I am writing the Prologue, then she wrote the first chapter. I still have to edit her first chapter. We'll switch every chapter, and I'll tell you who the author of each chapter was. ;) Well, anyways; on with the story! :D

Chapter: Prologue

Author: .Amberleaf.

Any other notes? No. :P


Prologue

The ShadowClan camp glistened with the moonlight shining on the ice and frost that lay on the ground and on the top of the dens. A light, icy rain fell, and cats slept peacefully in their dens, feeling safe because two warriors were guarding the camp. They'd just had their vigil a moon ago; they appeared to be responsible warriors and they had decided to guard the camp tonight.

None of them were aware of the danger lurking just outside the camp. Outside the camp, a large, dark tom was hiding.

This is so stupid. He chuckled silently to himself. They never think to guard this part of the camp, do they? No; they just guard the entrance. How stupid. Ah, well; that leaves more opportunities for me!

The bushes outside the camp rustled, and there was a snuffling sound just outside the entrance of the camp. The tom grinned, and purred inwardly.

Ah, yes; the distraction cat is actually doing his job! Now, time for me to strike.

The tom scrambled out of his hiding place without making a sound and headed straight for the nursery. It smelled of milk and kits.

The dark tom quietly crept inside and surveyed all the choices. All these choices! So many kits…. He spotted a she-cat queen with about seven or eight kits sleeping beside her. Ah. Ah, yes. Such a big litter! This is perfect…. the mother won't miss her kit, because she'll still have the others…. Hmm, let's see; which one should I take?

His gaze fixed on a small silver tabby-striped she-cat. She looked strong; enough to withstand torture and starvation, yet not enough to fight back.

This is perfect. He let out a silent purr. I can't wait to get back to camp!

He gently grabbed the kit by the scruff and crept out of the camp. He went near the camp entrance and let out a short hiss; then he started to run. Within moments, he and his orange companion were in the bushes at the edge of the territory.

"You got the kit?" whispered the orange tomcat.

"Yes," whispered the dark tom back. "She is perfect. Come on, now; let's go home."

The two cats bounded away through the undergrowth, their prize hanging from the dark cat's jaws.

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"I-I can't believe this!" Blackstar glared at his two sniveling warriors, cowering on the ground under him. He slammed a huge black paw on the ground. "You two were playing together and you missed two rogues coming tint the camp!??! That's UNBELIEVABLE!!!!" he spluttered. "She's my mate!"

"Y-Yes, we know; we're s-sorry, Blackstar!" one of the warriors whimpered, shivering beneath him.

"Ah, forget it. Those rogues will pay." Blackstar slammed his huge black paw into the ground again and stalked off, legs stiff.

"He's really mad," whispered the one tom to the other one, sitting beside him.

"Well, I am his mate, after all…. wouldn't you be angry if your warriors put their own amusement over the need of the Clan?!" Blackstar's mate hissed, coming up to them. "Even though I do have eight kits, it really hurts to lose one of them! Next time, think of us a little more!" And she stalked off in the direction of Blackstar's den, tail bristling.

Feeling horrible, the two warriors plodded off in different directions, head down.

****

Meanwhile, the kit was dreaming a horrible dream: she dreamed that she was taken from her camp in the middle of the night.

It was certainly not what she thought to expect when she woke up!

****

A couple moons later, two kits were stolen by the same toms in the middle of the nights.

"Ah, yes; kittypets," growled the dark tom's leader happily. "They're easy to boss around."

"Ya think so? It's pretty obvious! I mean; they're kittypets," scoffed the dark tom.

"Yes. Good. This is great. Now, go and put them in the same cage as that snivelling little Clan kit that we stole a few moons ago. I think she's learned her place quite well; I don't think they'll plot to escape this way," meowed the leader gruffly.

"Right, Serge," the dark tom replied, grabbing the kits and taking them to the cages….