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[``-``]~Prologue~[``-``]

'So foul and fair a day I have never seen.' -Macbeth

A gentle breeze blew over the moor.

The WindClan cats slept silently under Silverpelt, the sound of their heaving flanks joining the wind's song.

A lone cat slid through the tall grass, his black pelt rendering him barely visible against the darkened sky.

He silently crept to a lofty den- the nursery. His icy eyes glowed from the shadows as he set his gaze on a tiny brown kit, sleeping soundly against her mother.

With a cruel look twisting his face, he slowly slit the queen's throat. She sputtered but uttered no more sonance as the life drained from her.

The black tom quickly grabbed the kit from her mother's side before the pooling blood stained her pelt. With the kit in his jaws, he had a realization. This needs to look like a wild animal's attack, not a cat's.

He silently placed the kit onto another mossy nest before carefully scratching and biting the queen's legs. I'll make it look like a fox did it-

At long last, he gripped the queen's throat in his jaws and pulled. The queen's battered corpse was believable. Just an accident.

He nonchalantly licked the blood from his paws and mouth before grabbing the kit once again and shooting off onto the moorland. He carelessly padded along the Thunderpath, knowing that the monsters traveled by day.

Returning to the marsh by dawn, he trotted into the camp wearily. "Birchstar!" the tom called.

A massive black-and-white tomcat arose from his den, along with several others. "So you've completed your mission, Snakeeye," Birchstar mewed.

Snakeeye nodded hastily. "Let me see the kit. You'll break its neck holding it like that for any longer." Birchfall hissed. Snakeeye dropped the kit, a hint of apprehension clouding his gaze for an instant. The tiny kit landed hard, blinking awake.

The wind had been knocked out of her. Birchstar huffed and guided the kit with his tail. "W-where is this?" the tiny kit mewled, blinking awake. "This is ShadowClan. You'll be safe here," Birchstar mewed smoothly.

"What's your name, kit?" The kit's green eyes blinked as they sized up the massive tom in an attempt to make eye contact. "I-I'm Fallowkit," she mewled.

Birchstar huffed indifferently. "Snakeeye, show her to the nursery." Snakeeye nodded. "Yes, Birchstar."

[``-``]~End of prologue~[``-``]

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