Chapter One
Mosskit breathed in deeply then let the frosty air escape her lungs. Icy steam came from her mouth. Then she yawned a big yawn, big and wide so you could see her spiky white teeth.
She glanced at her mother, Goldenheart, and stood up and padded outside. She stretched and yawned again. Her eyes wandered around camp. Then up to the moon.
She blinked slowly. For some odd reason, she always found the moon comforting.
She closed her eyes and wondered. Then she snapped them open again. Sandheart crawled out of the Warrior's den and stretch and yawned just like Mosskit. Then she spotted Mosskit. "Good morning Mosskit!" Sandheart greeted, padding toward her.
"A little chilly out today, 'Eh?" Mosskit nodded agreement. "Well," began Sandheart,"Isn't today the day you turn six moons?"
Mosskit looked up and quivered with excitement. "Yes!" Mosskit purred with delight.
She had waited a long time for this. Sandheart gave a little chuckle and meowed,"You will make a fine Warrior one day Mosskit."
Mosskit's yellow eyes gleamed with pleasure. "T-thank you Sandheart!" she stammered. Sandheart purred. "Well, off to hunt! See you at the ceremony!" And with that she bounded away.
Mosskit looked up at Silverpelt and sat down. So many stars! She shook her head. There was a rustle in the bushes.
She looked over to see who it was. The Evening patrol. She went over to greet them. "Smallclaw!" Mosskit mewed. Smallclaw turned to look at her.
"Hey Mosskit." Smallclaw nudged her affectionately. Mosskit purred. Ever since Mosskit could see, the pair had been best friends.
"How was patrol?" asked Mosskit. "Just like any other." she replied. She narrowed her eyes "Yet-"
Her voice was cut off by a yowl. Smallclaw and Mosskit spun around.
While they were talking, a Stormclan Warrior had attacked an Iceclan elder. Squinting, Mosskit could make out gray fur.
Bluepool!
Yowling, Smallclaw leapt in to the fray. Mosskit watched intently, wanting to learn every move that Smallclaw used. She was so into this that she did not hear,"Mosskit! No!"
Fiery hot pain slashed across Mosskit back. She gasped as a Stormclan Warrior picked her up by the scruff of her neck and ran out of camp.
Mosskit heard a faint yowl of loss. She struggled vainly. But she could not muster much energy.
There were rustles in the bushes behind them. "They're giving chase!" a Stormclan Warrior yowled.
They ran into a sprint. Mosskit looked at the journey ahead and felt drowsy. She closed her eyes and blackness over took her...
When Mosskit woke up, she was confused that she wasn't in the nursery. Then she realized it.
Anxious and alone, she trembled. She was still trembling when a cat came in. Mosskit was in a pit, too high for her to climb but just right for the other cats.
The visitor was a brown tom with black splotches. Then there came another cat that bounded after the brown cat. This new cat was black with a white tipped tail.
He sat down next to the first cat. Leader and deputy? Mosskit guessed. "Hello puny one." The brown tom sneered. "You are our prisoner."
Mosskit trembled more fiercely now. "I am RunningStar, leader of Stormclan and this is my deputy, Ravencloud. In order to be the happiest prisoner you can be..."
RunningStar's eyes burned into Mosskit's, "...You must follow the rules. "Rule number one: Stay in the pit. Rule number two: No noises. Rule number three:..."
Mosskit shut her eyes as tight as they would go, "...respect every cat in Stormclan!" RunningStar yowled. Mosskit's eyes snapped open. "That's better." RunningStar softened.
"If you chose to break a rule, there will be serious consiquensises." He turned around. "That is all." They both left.
Mosskit was alone again.