Eh-he, yeah, i noticed that. I asked for reviews when there was nothing to review on….SORRY! I've lost it. Lol. Anyway…her is a prologue, it's kinda vague, I know, but that's the point. Don't worry!
PROLOGUE
The small kit sat in the woods outskirting the large valley. He sat on his haunches, mewling helplessly, his fur not nearly course enough to protect him from the blistering wind.
The wind was so strong it dragged the tiny kit with it. The kit, still to confused to be able to realize what anything was, was startled by these new feelings. He felt…cold, and scared. Sight was unfamiliar, and he fought to keep his eyes closed, finding the brightness of the real world to strong for him.
The undersized kit went flying with a sudden gust of wind, sending his furry body against a tall tree, and silencing his meows for help. The kit lay crumpled at the base of the tree, his light brown striped fur mussed and in need of a good washing.
From the rocks running up the base of the hill, leading into the valley, two cats were purchased, taking out their nightly duties. Intrigued by the distant meowing, the cats began to skid down the slope, their paws unearthing little pebbles as they scrambled.
"Oh!" The golden she-cat exclaimed at the sight of the tiny un-moving kit. She padded over to him, and gave his body a little nudge with her nose. The kit stirred a bit before becoming still again.
"It's to cold for him out here," The red tom hissed, having to fluff out his own pelt from the cold. The she-cat wrapped her tail around the kit, using her body to shield him from the wind.
"He can't survive out here," she mewed, glancing up at the red tom. The tom shook his head, whiskers twitching with the uncertainty.
"What if his mother comes back?" He asked, sniffing the air for any unrecognizable scent. The she-cat curled her lips in disgusted and hissed.
"What kind of mother would leave a kit out in this?" She pulled the shivering kit closer and gave him a quick lick between his ears. The kit let out a startled mew, confused of the sudden warmth enveloping him. He was unfamiliar with warmth too, but it felt good on his frosty pelt.
"We can't just take him! What if she had an emergency and left to protect him and she comes back and thinks we stole him?" The red tom argued, lashing his tail. He stalked around the area, trying to find any sign of a returning mother, or atleast another cat.
"So we leave him here to die?" The golden she-cat spat as the tiny kit burrowed into her, pleased with the warmth. He peeked up at the she-cat curiously.
"No…" The tom admitted, letting his tail droop in defeat. He padded to the kit, and closed his teeth gently around his scruff. The kit mewed again, frightened from being removed from the warmth. He swung his tiny paws and his captor, squeezing his amber eyes shut. One of his flying paws clipped the tom's snout. The tom rolled his eyes to the moon, and flicked his tail to show his annoyance.
"He's just scared," The she-cat purred, amused. "It's okay little one, you'll be safe soon." The mewling kit continued to whimper and bat at the tom's nose. Finally, the tom placed the kit on the rocks.
"You carry him then," He snorted in disgust. "My nose is hurting enough already." The she-cat gave the kit a lick and picked up the bundle of fur. The kit continued to meow, but seemed to know who was holding him, and that calmed him.
Together, the two cats scrambled up the rocks again, and looked down into the sleeping valley. Across it, they could make out three other cats perched on the rocks on the northern side of the valley, also patrolling the borders.
A heavyset tom bounced up the rocks on their side, sniffing the air with interest.
"What is that?" He mewed, interested. The red tom flicked his tail again, and his lean muscles flexed under his pelt.
"It's a mouse, what does it look like?" He hissed sarcastically, his voice stern, but his eyes showing amusement. The she-cat started down into the valley, leaving the two toms to discuss the event. When she reached the bottom, she crawled into the tall waving weeds. Settling down in a cluster, protected from the wind, she set the kit down and began to wash him. The little kit whimpered in a protest, but snuggled against the she-cat, happy with her warmth. The she-cat nuzzled his forehead, let him fall asleep against her. Slowly, the she-cat began to nod off herself, and finally falling asleep under the gently waving stalks.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know. There was no prophecy in the prologue. There will be one, not now though. Anyway, criticism is appreciated. Now that I have given you a little something, hopefully you can review. Hehe. BYE!