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Summary: A she-cat not knowing anything about herself. A soul lost amidst a sea of questions. A mind shaken up by a whirlwind of thoughts. Her past is unknown, even to her. Perhaps it always will be.
XX Prologue XX
A young she-cat, with bright red/orange fur, white paws, and grey-blue eyes, no more than six and a half moons old stumbled across the Shadowclan border, into Thunderclan territory. An apprentice found her passed out in the brambles several minutes later, after dark, because he and his mentor had been hunting.
"Whet are we to do? Should we take her back to camp?" The young tom asked his mentor.
"Yes. We will bring her back to camp with us and see what we are to do afterwards. She doesn't smell like any of the other clans, except for a slight stench of Shadowclan, but I think she just passed over the border."The dusky-brown she-cat told her young apprentice.
As the two of them, mentor carrying the she-cat, apprentice carrying prey, walked back into the woody area, they had no idea they were being watched. From the brambles right next to where they had just been were two pairs of glowing green eyes.
"What are they doing!?! They were supposed to leave her there!" hissed the first cat, a dark ginger she-cat.
"I guess not all of the clans are as strong and cruel as Shadowclan." Hissed the young, small tom sitting right next to her. "They are weak and wouldn't leave her there to die even though she smelled like us. And who is that old flea bag to tell us that our clans scent stenches! Ugh!"
"That is true, my apprentice, that is true." The she-cat hissed in disgust.
"Did you hear that?" meowed the apprentice from Thunderclan, through the mouthful of food. He stopped mid step. At the same time he turned toward his mentor, the two Shadowclan cats ran across the border and safely into their own territory.
"What is it?" His mentor meowed warily. She was still an warrior, but she was starting to get older. Thornpaw might of heard something she hadn't.
"It sounded as though a cat was sitting back there where we found her." he nodded towards the unconscious body "I might just be hearing things, I mean we trained hard, hunted a lot, and this is when I am usually asleep." the young tom tried to convince himself that he was only hearing things, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
"Don't start complaining to me!" snapped the warrior. "If you do not want to become a warrior, tell me because that can be arranged!"
"No, no! I wasn't complaining, I was just saying that I might be hearing things. Oh well..."
So through the brambles they walked, trying as hard as they could not to look back. They gave the she-cat to Cinder pelt and went off to bed.
A/N I don't know it Cinderpelt is still alive, or if Leafpool is now the medicine cat.maybe you could fill me in!! ;) hint, hint
That is the end of this prologue. Go to chapter one, or wait for me to add on :)