Prologue

A Shadow Clan patrol was scanning the borders, searching for intruders, twolegs, maybe even a mouse or two, but somehow they managed to find us. By us I mean me, my brother and sister, my mother, and my grandmother. They must have been surprised to see such scrawny travelers on they're borders.

"Who are you?" One of them said with a stern and meaningful voice. "P-please, we are starving and hopeless. My children will die if they stay out in here." I recall my mother saying. Every inch of my body was screaming in pain, and most of it numb as well, and when I looked at my siblings, they didn't seem in much better condition. The large cat that called to us before seemed doubtful. "We have to Ratscar, they have kits with them!" A tortoiseshell commented. The rest of the group was silent. "Snaketail, go get Blackstar." Ratscar commanded flicking his tail briskly, then letting his gaze rest on us.