Onyx eyes shone through the thick darkness. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean...what if they find out? What are we going to do then?"
"Don't worry, Onyxfur...they'll never know he's gone. It'll be like nobody went missing, they won't catch our scent even...after all we do have cover there," a sandy tom replied as he snatched up a small bundle of fur and started to run.
"But-!" The other tom cut off Onyxfur.
"Don't worry! They'll think a fox got him, after all, we did destroy part of the wall."
Both toms ran for a good long while, until they neared a river. The sandy tom placed the small bundle of fur down gently and sat down to rest, before trying to cross the river's 'gentle' spot.
Onyxfur looked down at the small bundle he had just sat down. What had he helped do? "You're just doing this to replace him! He died and you decided to replace him! How could you replace someone that close to you?"
The sandy tom looked down at the little bundle of fur, then at his friend. "You don't understand what it's like, to lose someone close to you," he mewed as he plucked up the tiny bundle and started to cross the river. It squealed in surprise and the fell limp. The poor little thing had not even opened its eyes yet.
"I do and you know it, too," Onyxfur mewed as he crossed the river and got out of it.
"You better watch your back Onyxfur. When you get back, I don't care how much Mistystar likes you or Ravenfeather either. You'll die if you interfere, and that's not a threat...it's a promise!" he hissed as he put the kit down on the bank and got out. He plucked up it up gently this time and started to travel once again.
"Lynxpelt...I will not die by your claws, and don't you dare bring Mistystar into this! She has nothing to do with any of it!" his 'companion' mewed as he went through the entrance to the Camp.
"Did I hit your soft spot, kittypet?" Lynxpelt hissed through his full mouth as he entered the Camp. Onyxfur glared at him, and then went off to the warrior's den. We'll see about that, now won't we Lynxpelt? The gray warrior thought as he entered the den.
"Wintercloud...I found him..." Lynxpelt called softly into the nursery.
"You found him! Give me my baby. Give him to me Lynxpelt!" the queen softly cried as she took the small bundle. She sniffed him over, something was a little different, but she paid it no mind, she thought she had her own baby back. "Thank you, Lynxpelt, thank you." Lynxpelt pressed his muzzle to her flank affectionately, gave her ear a quick lick, and returned to the warrior's den. Two shining blue eyes appeared from out of the darkness as he left.
Ooooh, cliffy in the prolouge! Wow. So, which Clan's perspective should I write from in the first chappy: ShadowClan, ThunderClan, or WindClan? Sorry there wasn't a choice for RiverClan, but they were the stars of the prolouge!
