Chapter Two

"Ivykit! Get back here!" a kit called after the tortoiseshell she-kit that had run off after a rabbit. Suddenly a black, brown, and golden tom jumped onto the back of his tortoiseshell and silver sister.

"Hey! Get off me, Talonkit!" the she-kit mewed when her brother landed on her.

"Sorry, Willowkit, but I was winning my best record in the game where you attack your sisters!" Talonkit retorted. Willowkit stuck out her tongue and hissed at him. All of the sudden a look of horror spread across her face and she shrieked.

"Demonkit, NO!" she screamed. She ran over to her reddish-black brother that was about to slit open his sister's throat. He let go of her at Willowkit's wail and spat on his silvery-white sister's face.

"You may have gotten away with it this time," he sneered, "but you'll pay one day!"

He jumped off her, leaped onto the rabbit that Ivykit was chasing, and ripped out its throat. "You see, Angelkit?" he hissed at the she-kit, his body smeared with the dead rabbit's blood. "If you don't listen to me, next time this will be you!" He laughed and flung the bloody rabbit at his cowering sister's paws."

Angelkit froze as the words of a prophecy echoed in her mind.

When the ivy runs and the willow cries, the battling angel and demon will watch the talon die.

She understood. Ivykit would run away and Willowkit will cry, then she and Demonkit would battle and watch Talonkit die. It was horrible, but she knew it was true.