First story I've written. R&R, and…I dunno. Why are you still reading this?
Prologue
Moonlight washed over the clearing, bright as day, but beneath, shadows uncoiled like claws. A gray tabby crouched over a small, limp kit, cold and lonely. The moonlight turned the tabby's gray fur silver, as she licked the kit, whispering and muttering, uttering for it to wake. Blood that had stained the kit's fur was mostly gone, but left a slight tint in the long white fur.
The tabby raised her head to gaze at the vast amount of stars, light cast by her warrior ancestors. "Wake up, Snowkit." She said softly, each breath disappearing like smoke into the cold air. The words that should have woken him up just rang in her ears. Her mind filled with the moment she looked at someone run away as she entered the clearing. Suddenly, her face twisted in pain. She whirled around, staring at her flank, a long scratch along it. She looked around, fear in her eyes. Everything went black as a shadow lunged at her, tearing at her neck. "Don't tell anyone about this little secret, Moonshade." She heard before she slipped into Starclan.