- Prologue -
"What do you mean, she isn't here?"
"she's gone, Quietflame! Give the stupid she-cat up. She's not worth our time."
"That's our daughter, Violetfur! She's worth my last breath, even if she isn't worth yours."
fog collected among the paws of the Starclan warriors. Anxiety lit in Quietflame's gaze.
"Im going to find her."
"no, Quietflame! If she went to the dark forest, she'll never come back. You know that."
Violetfur's pelt spiked with sudden fury. "If you get killed, it's your problem! That vicious monster will not hesitate to tear your throat out."
"the only vicious monster here is you! Quit talking bad about our kit and come help me!" Quietflame spat, his pelt bristling.
"go, I'm not getting killed." Violetfur hissed, turning tail and padding away from the misted clearing.
Quietflame padded slowly along the trail that crossed through Dark Forest territory. Not long until..
Quietflame stopped in his tracks. Through the misted, shadowed forest was the flash of white. Claws glinted in the light of yellow gazes, burning into the pelt of the white coloured she-cat.
Quietflame looked away. He couldn't bear to see the she-cat, on the night she was supposed to be sharing tongues with Starclan, meeting with a Dark a Forest warrior.
The white coated she-cat looked up and turned in Quietflame's direction. She rose her head and called to the sky, "I see an intruder!"
Dark Forest cats swarmed Quietflame. His pain filled cries were drowned out by the furious hisses of the Dark Forest cats. The last image Quietflame saw before death was his daughter, White pelt stained with blood, chuckling over his fading pelt.