Chapter 1

The harsh wind blew across the icy plains.

A small silver cat trudged up the hill, staggering, her head down. Slowly, she made progress up the steep hill, and up to the top. A brown tabby waited for her return at the top. His face was brutally scarred and his claws unnaturally long.

"Well, well, Blue. How was the hunt?" He said each word with bitterness.

Blue responded, "Master, the prey has been running short. With all the snow, they are in their

burrows, hiding." She bowed her head in fear. "I think that we need to hunt in another area, where there is more prey."

"You tell me that you have not brought prey back? We have to eat" He advanced toward her, snarling, slowly.

Blue took a small step back. "No master, I did in fact find prey."

"Where is it then?" Blue bent her head down and picked up a small shrew. "This was all I could find." She mumbled.

"Speak up you kitten!" He snarled at her. "Forgive me, master, but this was all that was left." She nudged the shrew towards him. Blue's voice was trembling now.

"This is all you found?" He advanced toward her quicker, and now stood above her. "Blue."

She looked up with wide eyes, tears pooling in the blue.

"Now, you wouldn't want to end up like Blossom, would you?" he snarled, voice low.

Now the tears broke free. "No, Master Fang." Master Fang growled and slashed at her leg. She gave a small whimper of pain.

"Go. You will not be part of the prey share tonight. Go." Blue turned and limped up a small hill. "Go, you rat!" Fang snarled.

She hurried up the small hill, and went straight to the prisoners' chamber. This had happened a few times before. She was usually allowed to sleep in the Fangs' den, where all the cats of higher ranks lived, but on days like this, they considered her nothing but a prisoner.

She curled up in a small nest to the corner of the cramped den. Her stomach growled. She began to cry, tears streamed down her face and she tried to hide it. She knew a few of the prisoners here; Rubble, Dot, Nellie, and Mouse. She used to talk to them, back when Blossom was alive. She and Blossom used to do everything together. They even planned to escape this treacherous place.

Blue fought exhaustion and let her eyes close, and as her memories overwhelmed her, she sunk into a restless sleep.

"Blue! Blue wake up!" A calico she-cat stood above her. "Blue it's me, it's me Blossom." Blue whimpered and shrank down. "Come on Blue! You know me. It's Blossom, your sister." Blue's eyes widened, and she pressed against her sister.

Blossom's eyes were a warm amber and in them an almost motherly love for her little sister.

Blue purred in happiness. Blossom purred along with her. Then Blue noticed that Blossom was towering above her. She was a kit still! Blossom curled around her little sister and licked her head. Somehow, Blue knew that this was a dream, but she didn't want to wake up, not just yet. Blue rested her head on Blossom's flank and sank into a deep sleep.

Blue woke up, panting and sweating. She took a deep breath and looked around. Her dream was real, too real. She missed Blossom.

Blossom had been her sister from her mother's previous litter. She was only a few moons older than Blue. She and Blossom had been taken from their mother when Blue was a few moons old. Ever since then, Blossom had taken care of, and raised Blue. They became good friends and had a great bond. Her father, according to Blossom, was a kittypet from the Twolegplace. All Blue could remember of him was a hazy image of his face, with warm, brown eyes.

Her mother was a pale gray she cat and had cared for them, until Fang came along.

Blossom had promised Blue that she would find a way out for them. That they would be free again.

That never happened. Blossom had gone out one night to search for an exit, but she never came back. In the morning, Fang had dragged her body into the middle of the clearing, and stated that anyone else who tried to go against him, or escape, would be scarred, or killed.

Blossom had told Blue the night she had left to stay safe and under the radar for as long as she could. Blossom said that she would be back in three days time, that she would have found a place to go, and come back for Blue. She was dead by morning, found along the border of their camp. She had tried to fight Fang, and failed.

Blue whimpered. She looked outside the den. Pale light was filtering through. It must be moon-high.

She sighed heavily and rolled over onto her back.

Next to her, a small feline named Dot, for her black and white spotted pattern, shifted in her sleep. Blue looked at her. Dot had been one of Blossom's friends, but after her death, Blue rarely spoke to them because the memories came back so quickly.

A memory of Dot curling up with Blue tucked safely under her tail. A memory of Blossom and Dot playing with her by the creek. A memory of Blossom telling her a story about the place they would escape to. "It'll be lush green with endless creeks for you to swim in. I promise sis."

Slowly, listening to the breathing of Dot, Blue fell into a tiresome sleep.

In the morning, Blue awoke to a bright light. The sun, shining onto her sleek pelt. Remembering how much Blossom loved the sun, her moos dampened. Then she remembered, Blossom wouldn't want her to grieve. She would want her to enjoy her life. She would always look on the bright side of things.

She always said, "No matter how hard you push yourself, no matter how long it takes, you will get where you want to if you only believe." Smiling, for the first time in moons, Blue got up and stretched, and let out a huge yawn.

And for the first time in forever, she began this day with hope.

Hi all of you! Sorry I haven't been updating in a while! You know how the holidays go!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Also, for my other story, "Dawn and Dusk", I will post the territory descriptions by Friday(I hope), and the first chapter in a week!

See y'all soon!