A/n : Hey! ^^ Ty for reading my story! Hope you enjoy it. Just to let you know, the main characters in my story are the two kits! ^^ This is just a prologue about how come the two kits ended up joining ThunderClan! By the way, do you have any idea for the names of the kits? Any ideas for the story? For both of these I have several ideas, but I'm always open to suggestions! Especially on how I can improve my writing. So please comment and let me know if I should carry on writing this, or go back to something else I have planned!

Oh, and by the way! If any of you have any warriors you've made yourself, then feel free to review and drop a description of them! I could always include them in whatever clan they live in and, if I like them enough, in my main storyline! ^^ Oh and some more information! ^^ This story takes place in the lake territory! ^^ I have made up all clan cats! (I think, I've only read the first two series of books) so cats like Hawkfrost won't be in here. I know this chapter doesn't tell you much about the actually storyline, but don't worry it'll get better!

Prologue

An agonized groan echoed across the snow covered clearing of the forest floor, sparkling under the moonlight. Two cats hide in the shadows of the trees, hoping for any kind of protection against the bitter cold. One of the cats lay on her side, letting out a pained groan as yet another spasm shook her body, her tail withering from side to side. A ginger tom licked at her ears, concern filling his eyes as he whispered words of encouragement. "Don't worry, you're nearly there" His panicked tone doing nothing to calm the silver and white she-cat.

Her eyes clenched shut as she pushed, her heavy belly straining to release new life. She wished for the warmth of her twolegs nests, but she knew that they could never return, not if they wished to keep their kits. "Your almost there, push, Tilly, push!"

The tom urged her, knowing that the longer she took the weaker she would become, and they would have to be very strong if they were to survive…

The she-cat clenched her eyes as she pushed. Suddenly she felt a small body leave her own. He purred with delight as the father reached his head forward to pick up the small bundle and placed it next to the she-cat. The kit was ginger like his father, his eyes clenched shut. The only difference was a white underbelly and a single white sock on his front left paw. The she-cat purred temporarily before another spasm rocked through her body. She pushed as her mate bent his head to lick the first kit. It did not take long before she felt the second body leave her, but she knew it wasn't over yet, she could feel a third inside her. Groaning and panting, she pushed hard.

She began to feel relieve at knowing it was nearly over when suddenly, pain flared up her belly, causing her to let out a fierce yowl. Her mates eyes widened as he saw blood quickly stain the snow around her, spreading at an alarming rate. Soon it was everywhere, surrounding him and the kits, soaking his feet in his mates blood. Despair grew in his eyes; he could see his beloved Tilly growing weaker by the second! Her eyelids began to flutter, as if keeping them open was too hard. She looked at him, trying to send all her love in that one gaze, "take care of our kits, Sam…. I love you…"

"No, Tilly! Don't you go, please! I need you…. Please…."

His voice grew quitter as he realizes she couldn't hear. He hadn't even told her how much he loved her… He closed his eyes, wanting to lie down next to her for all eternity, to stay there and become covered in snow, to die slowly besides her….

The wailing of the kit besides him snapped him from these thoughts and he realized how cold the young tom must be. He began to lick it, and remembered that his mate hade born another before her death. He soon heard it wailing and picked it up to place it next to its brother, or, her brother. He realized with a shock how similar this young she-cat was to her mother. Her silver pelt was spotted with white blotches, almost identical to his mother. In dismay he saw the body of a third kit, this one cold and unmoving. He licked it a single time before turning his attention to the kits as his feet, already shivering and pressing against him. He began to lick them rapidly, trying to work some warmth into their tiny bodies. It seemed obvious that the kits weren't going to survive for long, not without milk and shelter from the cold. He suddenly froze as the fresh scent of cat cam towards him. With it he could hear voices.

"Can you smell that?"

"Yeah, I smell blood"

"It's a kittypet! I'll teach them what happens when they intrude on ThunderClan territory!"

Sam filled with horror as the sounds came closer; he could hear the fast drumming of paw steps as his chasers rushed towards him. Suddenly a brown cat was leaping from the bushes, barrelling into him. Sam hissed as he was flung away from his kits, both wailing even louder, sensing the danger. As his attacker rose to his feet Sam rushed to his kits standing over them as he snarled viciously 'Over my dead body', as his attacker approached slowly. Sam doubted he'd last, the cat was thin but Sam had felt muscles like now cat he knew, and this one looked only 7 moons old! Suddenly there were two more cats; a silver tabby she-cat and a much larger black tabby tom, an ugly scar marking his nose.

"What is a kittypet like you doing on ThunderClan territory?" snarled the bigger tom, as the first attacker joined then. He was much smaller and younger than the tabby, but was incredibly lean and long-limbed.

"I… I didn't know this was your land; I apologise for intruding" Sam murmured bowing his head. It seemed like a good idea not to irritate these wild cats…

"Calm down Blackclaw, can't you see the kits?" The silver tabby scorned and turned to face Sam "What in StarClan are you doing here in bare-leaf with two kits?"

"I ran away from my up-walkers" Stated Sam "Me and…. Tilly... we had kits many moons ago, only to have them taken away at two moons age. When she became pregnant again, we decide to run and live in the wild. She had the kits moments ago but… something went wrong…" and he pointed his tail to her unmoving body.

"Well, take your kits and move on. Kittypets belong in their twolegs nest, not out in the forest!" Snarled the black tabby, as the brown tom hissed his agreement.

"Don't be stupid, the kits will die without milk! What would Ashstar say if he knew? Come on, we'll take you to camp. Rushpaw, help Blackclaw take the bodies to camp." With that the silver tabby, who introduced herself as Silvertail, reached forward to take the ginger kit in her mouth, asking permission with her eyes. Sam nodded and picked up the second, and Silvertail lead the way to ThunderClan camp.