Prologue

"Oakheart is dead!" yelled a red-furred tom. A dark tabby stood near him. "Ravenpaw, go back to camp." He said. Reluctantly, a small black cat hurried into the woods. The red-furred tom said, "Now, Tigerclaw, those RiverClan cats will start to recede." The RiverClan cats that had come from the river ran away. They yowled and hissed and spat threats at the two. As the last one slipped from view, the dark tabby pounced on the red-furred tom and bit his neck. The body went limp, a sign that he was dead. He then started to tatter the body, and then he picked the limp body up in his mouth and carried it back to his camp. Everyone knew that one cat, Ravenpaw, saw this murder, but there was one other. Shaking in fear behind a berry bush was a kittypet. Her name was Mia.