I do not own Warriors, their cats or their clans.
A cat huddled in the shadow of an abandoned Twoleg den. Three kits slept by her side. "Rest now little ones. The Twolegplace is dangerous for little kits." One kit raised her head and mewed. Her eyes had not opened yet. "Little Ravyn. Always so curious," her mother whispered. "Never stop asking questions."
Ravyn pounced on Eclipse. "Got you!" she mewed playfully, orange eyes glistening happily. Eclipse laughed and and swatted at Ravyn and kicked her off playfully. "Ok you two," their unnamed mother called. "Calm down." Eclipse nodded, but Ravyn pounced on her anyway. "Ravyn," a third voice piped up. "Please calm down." "Sorry Shard," Ravyn mewed, looking at the tiny kit. The kit smiled, staring blankly in the direction of Ravyn. "It's okay," she mewed quietly. That night Ravyn had a dream. "Pantherfur! Don't go out there! The jaguars will kill you!" a grey she-cat yowled. "Silverflame. You know the clan needs food. I will be careful. You know I will return." Pantherfur dashed off into the jungle. "Sis," Silverflame mewed as the dark grey she-cat vanished from view.