Okay, this is gonna be slightly, uh, well, this part of the story is not relevant at first.
Prologue: Two...
A woman, who was a human or twoleg, carrying a baby twoleg and a kitten, sprinted through the forest silently, constantly looking behind her back like she was being chased.
The bushes rustled. The woman stopped and crouched on the ground. A brown tabby tom came out of the bush that just stopped moving around.
He meowed, "Are you sure, Willow?"
The young woman breathed, "Starclan has only granted one of my children to pass safely. I trust that you will take care of Ashley, er, Ashkit."
"What about your other child?"
"She will be coming with me. Starclan cannot turn her into a kit also. They must wait, and it is very unlikely that I will come back. Do not tell her about me, please. I don't want her to think I abandoned her."
The brown tabby licked the young kit. "Ashkit. Beautiful name, Willow."
Smiling, the twoleg girl pet the tom and she sighed. Casting one last glance at her daughter left with the cat, she sprinted away with the human baby. The brown tabby picked up the kit and walked into the shadow of an oak tree to go to his own clan.
The clan took the kit in with open paws. The brown tabby took the kit to the nursery, where a pale-gray she-cat, speckled with dark gray spots, meowed, "Wildwind, who is this kit?"
"Ashkit. She is Willow's kit. Please take her in, Dovefeather."
The queen purred, "Mouse-brain, of course I will. I know that you would do anything to help your sister. She'll grow up with her kin, won't she."
A sigh of relief escaped the tom.
"I'm not called your mate for nothing, mouse-brain." She purred, "I love you for a reason."
"And that is?" He asked.
"Shut up."
He teased, "You said a bad word, I'm telling."
She growled playfully, "Quiet, then. Please don't remind me of my stupid, stupid kithood."
The pair joked around, completely accepting the young kit into their home.
...
Meanwhile where Willow was, the young woman covered her child with a blanket and put her in a basket with a nametag attached to it. Carefully making her way to a house, she place the basket at the doorstep of the orphanage and rung the doorbell.
Willow whispered, "Please, forgive me, Harmony." She placed her hand on the baby, and she cooed. As she saw the light turn on, Willow kissed the baby on the forehead and ran away.
The nice, old lady opened the door. She looked at the nametag. The lady said aloud, "Your name is Harmony, young one?" She picked up the baby in the basket and went indoors, shutting the door.
Was the prologue good? I mean, it certainly makes me interested of what happens to both girls!