Swiftstep ran faster and faster, the icy mountain snow chilling her paw pads. Her flanks heaved as she raced on with her kit in her jaws. The silver tabby tom kit mewled in its mother's powerful jaws. She stopped and smelled the cool air before stopping with a sigh. A figure approached. A silvery tom bounded towards Swiftstep. He sat down next to her.
A tear slid down from Swiftstep's face before her mate licked it off. The sad queen curled up in the snow, her kit protected from the cold. "Oh Lynxleap, what should we do? They will catch us eventually." sobbed Swiftstep.
"Don't think that way. The Fireclan warriors can't find us here." replied the tom.
"Why do they want our baby?" cried Swiftstep.
A dark look flashed across Lynxleap's face as the wind buffeted his thick fur. "They want him because they enjoy killing kits to weaken the clans. It is awful."
In the distance cats yowled. The two cats' hackles rose and Swiftstep scooped up the kit and they began to run again. They ran for a while, Lynxleap leading the way. Swiftstep looked at Lynxspirit, curisosity burning in her eyes, yearning to know where they were going. She was soon answered when a howl sounded nearby. The she cats eyes flickered with fear as she tightly gripped her son. Lynxleap continued to run towards the howling and soon Swiftstep followed.
They entered the wolf camp and were greeted by growls and yips of alarms. The wolves surrounded them and Lynxleap calmly sat down as the alpha wolf entered the circle and took a seat in front of the cats. "What brings you to our pack?" asked the deep charcoal grey wolf in a booming voice.
"We have come to ask you of a huge favor. We are being pursued by Fireclan." said Lynxleap.
At the mention of Fireclan the wolves flatened their ears and snarled, some wolves muttered to themselves. "Hmm. Fireclan is our enemy too. What do you want?" replied the alpha who towered over the cats.
"Well they will kill our son. We know that he will only survive if you take him and raise him." pleaded Lynxleap.
The wolf pack broke into frantic whispers and the alpha sat there thinking. "Alpha! Isn't this like the prophecy?" shouted the beta wolf.
"Yes it is. Well in that case, we can accept your favor."
Lynxleap and Swiftstep exchanged glances. Then Swiftstep frantically licked her kit, tears welling up in her eyes. Lynxleap joined in and finally with heavy hearts, they were handing their son to the alpha wolf. The wolf licked it and then looked at the sad parents. "What is his name?"
"We never got the chance to name him." said Lynxleap.
Swiftstep looked at Lynxleap and then to the alpha wolf and said, "His name is Wolfkit."
"Very well then. Would you like an escort to your clan?" asked the alpha.
"No thank you. You have done too much for us already. Come on Swiftstep we have to go now." replied Lynxleap as he guided his weeping mate to the camp exit.
The two miserable cats soon ran into the Fireclan patrol. They patrol circled them, their reddish pelts glowing and their eyes gleaming with menace. "Well, well, well. Looks like we found the proud mommy and daddy of the little rat. Where is that rodent anyway?" sneered the lead patrol cat.
"He is gone." stuttered Swiftptep.
In outrage the Fireclan patrol leader lunged and scratched Swiftsteps eye out. Swiftstep shreiked and the Iceclan cats sprinted away while the Fireclan cats cursed. "We will find that stupid kit and the prophecy will never come true!" spat the Fireclan cats.
