PROLOGUE
The fire raged over the forest; the cats each running in different directions trying to escape the fire. A small fox looking apprentice finally reached the top of the hill where he waited for his mother.
"Shadepelt! Shadepelt!" he called from the hill.
That's when he saw it.
His father dragged a cat up the hill, a brown she-cat with a white belly and face. Foxpaw dashed to his father's side
"How could this happen?" the apprentice asked.
" Starclan warned us, we were just to ignorant to listen." Flamefur told him.
"Is she dead?" the younger cat asked.
"She's still breathing."
Fox paw stared down at his mother. Her flank rose and fell slowly. She awoke with a startled face and got up.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You fainted." Flamefur told her.
The flame colored cat led the way down hill away from the fire.
A small squeak came form the fire.
Shadepelt recognized it and dashed toward the fire. She doesn't always have to be so brave foxpaw thought.
The apprentice dashed after her, his fear-scent overpowering the area around him. His mother raced into the fire and appeared with the kitten. Robinkit Foxpaw thought to himself.
"Foxpaw!" his mother took a breath as she set down Robinkit. "Rowanpaw is fighting a badger down there on his own, I must help him. Take Robinkit to it's mother."
The kit hadn't opened it's eyes yet as it had been born a couple of days ago. Foxpaw carried the kit as he rushed over the hill. He hoped his mother and best friend had escaped. He reached the river where all the cats who still breathed were.
Flamefur, Hawktail, Snowpaw, chestnutfur, Foxpaw, Robinkit and Talonkit. He thought to himself, that's all there is left in pineclan. The kit's mother, Orangestripe, had perished and so had shadepelt and rowanpaw. Foxpaw sighed as the fire went down. " This is it," he said to himself, "the worst moment of my life."