After all those updated character list you finally get to read the prologue of Blood Ties All Together. Sorry to have kept you all waiting.
Prologue
A white she-cat with one brown paw moaned in pain as spasms racked her body. She glanced up looking for her mate, but he was not there.
"Why have you abandoned me Flashfur!" the she-cat wailed in agony as more spasms rippled across her slim frame. Then with a massive heave a small brown she cat slipped out. The she-cat went to grab the young she-cat she was again racked with unbearable spasms. After another massive heave, came a small silvery tom. The she-cat felt herself slipping into unconsciousness.
No I can't my kits, they need me. Can't fight it. Slipping away, I'm sorry, the she-cat thought dimly as she finally gave into the darkness creeping across her vision. She took one final look at her son and daughter before truly falling into unconsciousness. As she floated in the dimness of her mind she had no idea how long she was in that state, but as she slowly came out of it she heard voices. Both were toms, and they both sounded worried. '
"Hollowstep do you think she's alright," one of the toms asked. The she-cat recognized him as her mate.
So now he shows up. That ungrateful furball. Why didn't he stay with me? Why did he leave? Didn't he care about our kits, the she-cat thought angrily, though dimly, to herself.
"Yes Flashfur I'm sure she's fine, but the kits their dead. They must have been the first born," the other tom started to say.
"What?! My kits are dead! Flashfur how could you leave like that! You know what just leave, and don't ever come near me again!" the she-cat hissed menacingly. She saw the hurt in Flashfur's gray eyes, but she didn't care. The brown tom hung his head, and padded away his tail drooping. The two cats that remained in the glade listened to his receding footsteps until they could no longer hear them. Finally he was gone, before she could begin to regret that decision, even though she didn't, away from her. The other tom, a white cat with pale gray patches, whipped around to face her.
"You think he wanted to leave you! You think he didn't care! Well your wrong he did care, and you hurt him, worse then you could imagine!" the tom spat in anger. The she-cat took a step back but continued to glare.
"Well I have some news for you if he hadn't come to find me your other two kits would have been dead," the tom hissed his eyes narrowed. The she-cat whipped her head around. Her eyes landed two small bundles of fur. One was black the other was white.
"I still have two kits, but I can never forgive Flashfur even though he was helping me. Could you leave me now…" the she-cat stopped when she realized two things. The first was that she didn't know the cat's name, and the other was that that cat was gone.
"Well first things first you both need names," the she-cat addressed her kits, all four of them, after she shook her head in amazement. Then she turned to the two dead kits looking at the brown she cat, "Your name would have been Robin. I hope that you are at peace now."
The she-cat had started to choke up, but continued on turning towards the silver tom, "My son you would have been called Luke," tears were streaming down her face as she turned towards the black tom, "You my son will be called Raven. And my daughter I will name you Snowflake," the white she-cat meowed.
Well they will never know their father, or their siblings, but I will love them. I will tell them when they are ready, but that won't be for a while yet, the she-cat thought to herself as she picked up the two cold and lifeless kits and began to dig a grave for them. Once she had dug deep enough she laid the brown she-cat, and silver tom in the hole. Then she walked back over to her two living kits, and then curled up around them.
"Tomorrow I'll go hunting but for now I just need rest," the she-cat meowed to herself. Then she fell asleep.