Hi everybody! Okay, this is just the prologue, cause my annoying sister is nagging me right now, so it will be kinda short. All the stuff that I make is rated K because I'm very paranoid about the fanfics I read and write. I hope you guyz likes it!

Breaking Through

The night was brimming with cold. The type of cold that could freeze you to death and jolt you back life with one gust of wind. The type that could turn you into a block of ice in two heartbeats flat. But the minds of the cats of ThunderClan were not on the terrible night, but on the tiny life that could be taken by it.

Snowflower, no! Don't die, not now! Please!" A tortoiseshell tom stood staring down helplessly down at a beautiful white queen, his unusual ginger tail drooping in despair.

Redtail," A long-furred silver tom blinked at him sympathetically. "She's gone. She was already weakened by the greencough. There was no way she could have survived. I'm so sorry."

Three small tears made dark splotches on the ground below that fire-tailed tom. "Thank you, Featherwhisker." He mewed softly. "You did your best." Redtail took a deep breath and let a few more tears fall. It was all he could do to keep himself from lunging at the shining medicine cat and yowling at him that this was his entire fault.

He had begun to turn away when he whipped around to face Featherwhisker again, a look of urgency and pleading in his eyes.

"What about the kit?" Redtail demanded. "Did she live?" When Featherwhisker hesitated, he half yowled, "Well, did she?!" The medicine cat turned to the wretchedly disfigured she-kit who was still curled up against her dead mother, shrieking pitifully. He bent down to sniff her, really stalling for time to figure out what to say. He got a good look ate her. She was horrible. Her spine was crooked, her hind legs frail and tiny, and both of her front paws were twisted backwards. After what seemed like a lifetime, he straightened up to face Redtail.

"She is terribly disabled, Redtail," Featherwhisker began. "And she caught onto the greencough as well." When he saw Redtail begin to sway, he rushed to his side. Pressing his pelt to the trembling one of his friend's, he started again. "I really don't think she can make. Not without a mother."

"Then I'll do it!"

The two toms spun around to face a small, pale brown tabby queen padding up to them, her chin lifted determinedly.

"I can take care of her." She meowed again. The toms gazed at her uncertainly, and annoyance sparked inside her. "Come on, can't you see she's dying? She needs food and warmth now more than ever. Especially to survive this cold!" Seeing the pain flickering in Redtail's eyes, she went on more gently. "Snowflower was a friend of mine. I want to help her only kit. Please." The tabby focused her midnight blue eyes on both of them. No one could resist the eyes.

Featherwhisker sighed. "Are you sure, Dawnlight? You're weak enough from your own kitting. Surely you can't care for her as well as Dustkit?" Redtail murmured in agreement.

"I can handle this just fine! What do you take me for, a lazy kittypet?" Dawnlight retorted indignantly. "Dustkit will be alright. He needs a companion, anyway. Graykit and Ravenkit are stuck to each other, and Spottedkit.... well, she's always off on her own, or with you, Featherwhisker."

Redtail suddenly reached forward and took his tiny daughter ever so gently in his jaws, and began to pick his way over to Dawnlight's nest where Dustkit was snoring slightly. He had apparently made up his mind.

"Alright, Dawnlight." He mewed after setting down his child. "But be careful." His eyes bored into hers, and for a moment, Dawnlight felt a bit overwhelmed by the intensity that lay within them.

"I will, Redtail." She mewed softly, moved by the warmth and love she saw in his eyes when he looked down at that little pale ginger kit.

Redtail blinked and spoke again softly. "Snowflower liked the name Sandkit. That's what her name will be." He stared down at the small scrap of fur he was proud to call his daughter. "Sandkit." Giving her a gentle lick, he turned and made for the warriors den. Halfway there, he stopped and looked at the night sky. The indigo blue was littered with stars, forming Silverpelt all the way to the horizon. Redtail closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer to Starclan. "Please, warrior ancestors, if you are going to take her, do it quickly. Don't make her suffer. She'll never be able to walk, let alone hunt or fight, so please. Keep her with me, but-" He paused. "Don't make it hurt."

Awwww.... Sad ending! *sniffle* (shrugs, smiles) Oh well, it'll get happier in time. That really didn't turn out the way I'd hoped. It's going to take a long time before I put up another chapter, so for all of my few fans who read this, be patient. And if anyone is going to make fun of my writing, no swears! All flames will be used to burn my crappy backpack! (I hate that thing!) Bye!!!!!!