"Are they half-blood?" The white tom was tense with anger as he questioned the she cat with her kits still wet and blind. "Y-y-yes... they are" the light gray she cat answered ,her voice trembling with fear as she wondered about why she had to pursue having kits with her mate ,who was a rouge. "Then away with them!" The white tom spat, his green eyes burning with fire. "Yes, Stone- teller" She meowed submissively to her leader, worrisome thoughts filling her mind as she wondered what was going to happen to her and her kits, Midnight of long shadows and Rain that falls from clouded sky. I can't leave them alone! "And away with you ,too dove!" Stone teller's words were sharp with annoyance and hatred as he turned away from dove and walked back to his den. Dove understood why, The tribe of swooping hawks was the most fierce and ambitious of the 3 clans ,they never accepted half -blood cats , if the kits mothers refused to leave the tribes ,they would send one of the fighters or prey hunters to kill them. The thought sent a chill up her spine as she gathered her kits in her mouth and left the mountains forever ...