Prologue
It was a chilly leaf fall day in the clans, it was one of the first cold days, green leaf had just ended. The leaves on the trees had begun to turn various shades of, reds, oranges, browns, yellows, golds and many other colors. A cold gust of wind blew through thick tendrils of an elderberry bush. It's berries were red with the season they were in, the leaves on the bush began to grow dry and brittle. An elderly tom sat in the elders den with kits surrounding him pestering the old cat for a story, his ginger pelt was dull with age, he looked as if when he was younger, he would have looked very handsome "alright young kits, so you would like to hear a story?" The ginger tom murmured as he looked down at the 3 kits sitting in front of him. Their tails waggled happily as if saying YES YES YES! TELL US NOW!
"Yes!" squeaked one of the kits, a light brown tabby she-cat, and her two playmates squeaked in excitement. The old ginger tom looked over at the white fluffy she-cat next to him, her pelt was snow white, she looked like she once was quite beautiful, her eyes were the ice blue of a leaf bare sky. The ginger tom looked into her eyes with his one working forest green eye. She nodded towards him, and nudged him gently with shoulder affectionately, it was clear, these two elders were mates.
"It has been a while since we first met, hasn't it?" He rasped, his voice old from many years of life as a clan warrior. She nodded with a smile, her whiskers twitched gently as a small leaf fall breeze drifted through the branches of the elder den.
"Yes, it has. Well we might as well start Firepelt" meowed the she-cat. The two elders looked at each other.
"I believe so Snowflower my love," the old tom purred, brushing his ginger cheek against her own then looked at the kits then started the story, "well… It all began with a simple hunting trip when I was a rogue." this was their story, one of the clans, one that lasted for so long. It would have taken at least a whole giant chain of book series.
