Prologue
A small white she-cat padded over to an abandoned den, behind her a group of battled scared cats all where tooth filled collars. They were all wary and tired. The she-cat sniffed the entrance to the den, her ears perked and then she looked back at the following cats, her one eye looking at the small black tom that was about a claw length taller than her, his body covered in herbs and cobwebs. He struggled to keep himself up, his body leaning hevily on a large grey tom who was covered in scars.
She meowed softly. "This place will due for now. We can stay here and gain our strength back then more on and find a new home."
A light brown male with darker brown spots padded forward his longish blond fur on his head hung in his face a little, the green cloth being the only thing keeping it from blinding him. "Angel what if the Clan cats find us?"
The she-cat meowed. "They won't, the flamed tom won't allow them." She didn't know why but she felt she could trust him not to tell the other Clans that Scourge was alive.
The cats all entered, each finding a place to lay down. The Queens curling up with their kits, Brick, who was still grieving over her lost mate, Bone, who had died in the battle between BloodClan and the other four Clans.
She padded to her own kits after making sure that her father was comfortable. She saw her brother, Kill and Claw go to the entrance and take up guard duty. With her tail wrapped tightly around her kits as well as her sisters she dozed off feeling her other three kits lay beside her as well as Tyco, her mate.