The stars of Silverpelt glittered coldly above in the midnight sky, while the moon shed it's unearthly glow, turning everything to silver. The only sound was the quiet lap of water at the lake's shore.
A silvery-white she-cat padded onward, her head down. Three kittens followed her, mewling their hunger and cold out loud. The queen turned her head, blue eyes blazing as she snapped for quiet.
Her gaze softened after a moment and she let out a quiet mew of comfort. "We'll find shelter soon, my darlings. And everything will be al—"
She was cut short by a terrible snarling and the slash of sharpened claws against her back. Eyes glazing with horror she whipped around to see a dark tabby standing over her kits, his misty blue eyes glaring with rage.
He bent down to pick the smallest one up—a small dark gray tom with his cruel jaws.
"No!"
The rogue she-cat lunged forward, claws unsheathed as she clawed desperately at his flank. His only answer was to bite down hard on the kit's neck, making it squeal with pain before it fell deathly silent.
Dropping the limp gray body he opened his jaws in a furious yowl, fangs glistening in the moonlight he dived for the silver cat's throat. His teeth found his mark and it was over before the she-cat could do anything.
"Never cross WindClan territory again." He hissed as he dropped her into the snow, leaving her two remaining kits to mewl pitifully as their mother's body grew colder and colder.
