The long shadows of the evening dissolved into the gathering darkness of the nighttime. A cool night breeze rustled the leaves of an oak tree as the owls hooted and crickets sang. The dark blanket we called the sky was littered with the stars of silverpelt. They twinkled and shone as if they were winking at one.
Two tiny shadows were casted upon the shimmering moonlight, belonging to felines whose pelts glittered under the soft rays of light. They padded through the forest, keeping their pawsteps as light as possible, in hope of coming across some other woodland creatures. Despite their effort, their inexperience caused their pawsteps to be heavy and loud, scaring away any creatures within reach.
"Quiet, you mousebrain! You're scaring away all the prey with those pawsteps of yours!" Leafy green eyes glinted as the feline hissed at the other.
"Like you're doing any better!" The tom snorted, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You walk like a badger! I'm shocked that Mother didn't even stir when you walked past her!"
The smaller figure prepared to shoot back a snarky remark before a barely audible rustle in the bushes pricked up her ears.
"Hush! I hear something!"
They stopped dead in their tracks and waited for a follow up.
Seconds passed. Minutes.
"I don't think there's anything here. Maybe you've got bees in your brain," The latter replied.
"No I don't! I think it came from this way!" The kit replied, charging forwards.
"Wait up!" Her companion followed, darting into the bushes.
His nose suddenly bumped into something cold and wet. Amber eyes met amber eyes. A high pitched shriek that could have woken up an entire clan reverberated throughout the forest.
Frightened, the other kit flattened her ears and backed into the bushes. She crouched down and stared wide-eyed at him as a dark figure dashed to her side and bore its tiny fangs at her new enemy, hackles raised.
"Rogues! How dare you to tresspass on Oakclan's territory!" The petite shecat hissed, fur bristling. She unsheathed her kit claws, ready for a fight if nesesscary. Her brother's eyes shone with excitement, a surge of adrenaline pumping through his system. He hasn't expected his first fight to be so early!
Abruptly, a cry for them could be heard from a distance. The tomkit groaned in annoyance. When can they ever go out of the nursery without Mother following them?
"What are you doing here?!! Why did you go out of the nursery?!!" The queen demanded, her eyes burning with fury. She fiercely licked her kits. "You're all dirty!" Before the tom could reply, a dappled shecat trailing her arrived, panting.
"Who's this?" The tomkit's mother gaze averted to the new kits and asked, curiosity piqued. Shivering and frightened, they cowered under a bush beside each other, distrust filled their eyes as they eyed her warily. She padded towards them and questioned in a motherly tone,"Where is your mother?"
"Dead," one answered flatly, eyes hollow with no emotion. The other remained silent, eyes widened with fear.
The queen was quite stunned at their response. A wave of pity for them overwhelmed her.
"Well, come along then, we'll see what we can do with you." She bit into the scruff of the kitten while the dappled warrior did the same with the other and signaled her kits to follow. They grumbled as they followed, if only their mother didn't come along...
A/N Well, that's it! Sorry, no blood in this prologue! The next chapter onwards should start having blood shed, this is kinda like an introduction to my OCs only...