Finally the new version of the prologue is released! I'm going to try and get as many chapters as I can out today, so hopefully I can finish a few chapters soon. I'll be trying to update as fast as possible now, but not too fast due to me and my hopes of keeping this book fresh and actually... well... good. Well, I hope you enjoy reading and please review!

Approximate words in Prologue: (1,067)

Prologue

Cold, white snow pellets sprinkled itself upon the Thunderpath, making the rough surface engulfed in white. Squalls of wind were broke off as monsters roared across the rocky path, propelling snow to the edge of the forest as their paws scraped at the ground. Snow clinched onto the unnatural colors, disguising themselves with the surroundings of leaf-bare.

A high-pitched wail fixed itself among the sounds that dwelled, the wail fading like an echo. A massive amount of cats emerged from the forest, all thin with ribs bulging out of their chests. They were summoning themselves toward the sound where the wail was forged, older cats sprinting ahead while younger cats remained behind at the rear.

They came to a halt at bracken, pressing their scrawny bodies on the undergrowth below them, their gazes burning hot on a white pelt that stuck up from the frigid, glacial snow that showered from the hoary sky. It was a white tom, motionlessly enduring the cold that menacingly clawed at his fur. Wounds were leaking with blood, drenching red-liquid among the white snow, the cat gritting his teeth in pain.

A ginger tom emerged from the crowd of cats, an intimidating grin forged among his face. The cat lifted his paw and placed it on his white pelt. "It's your turn, Solar."

The white cat remained motionless, the ferocious blizzard scraping itself among his glowing pelt. He lifted his head in an attempt to summon up words, but only blood was released from his mouth, and then lowered his head, burying it in his fur.

The ginger cat let out a mrrow of amusement. "You shouldn't resist." He swiped his tongue over one of his front paws. "You don't have anything else to live for. We made sure of that. Frost, fetch him and bring him back to our territory. His torture begins."

A beautiful white she-cat emerged from the crowd and placed herself at Solar's head, her head glowering over him, her eyes glittering with amusement. "This should be fun." She bent down to clinch his neck fur in her jaws, but stopped to add, "This will teach you to have kits and releasing them on their own before we could train them as a combatant in StreetClan."

Solar snarled, but was unable to summon up words. Frost sunk her teeth in his neck fur and dragged him across the ragged Thunderpath, pain raking at his scrawny body as the sharp rocks drilled themselves inside his body with the crowd trotting along behind them. They dragged him inside an unfamiliar forest, allowing him to relax as the flimsy snow was brushing at his fur, instead of the rough surface of the Thunderpath.

They came to a halt at a frozen brook to mumble words to each other. A shocking realization leaped inside Solar's mind. Are they discussing if they should throw me in the stream? Before Solar had anymore time to think about the horrible possibility, the crowd of cats continued toward a massive boulder with a large slit raked down it, allowing entry inside the cave. Solar let out a sigh of relief, and continued to allow the cats to transport him to their territory. Vicious claws of shock raked across Solar's heart. This isn't their territory. Where are they taking me?

Solar stopped in his thoughts to analyze the air. It was frigid, identical to the weather beyond the cave, and he caught a small trace of a stale badger scent that still lingered in the air. Solar couldn't scent anything else due to the scent of blood that sprayed itself out of his open wounds.

The crowd came to a halt at a stone wall at the end of the cave. The crowd swarmed away to allow Solar to observe the sight that was present in front of him. Solar's heart lurched as Frost and the ginger tom departed away from him to allow him the ability to glare at the horrible sight that forced itself among him, the group of cats' eyes glittering with ice, cold delight. A silky-furred brown she-cat laid motionless up against the stone wall, blood flooding around her body and upon the gravel wall. Horror struck Solar's heart. Breeze!

Cats let out mrrows of laughter, then allowed the ginger cat that had ordered Frost to drag him here to stand next to the awestruck white tom.

"This will be the last time you'll see your precious little mate." His voice was deep with hostility. "And once we find your kits, they'll be crow-food, just like your mate. When we find them, they'll have the pleasure to watch you die in the grasps of our paws, no matter how long it takes to find them. We will succeed, and StreetClan will thrive."

Solar let his fur get soaked up in tears as the ginger cat gave an order to Frost. "Combatant Frost, I'll bring him back to camp. You throw his mangy mate into the brook as we discussed."

Frost glanced up at him, releasing her grip on Solar's scruff. "Yes, Flare."

The ginger tom bent down to clinch Solar's scruff in his jaws, and continued to drag him across the snow. Solar's throat felt too stiff to wail at Flare's order. They were going to throw his mate's body in the brook, and he was going to be ruthlessly murdered if his kits were found by his Clan. Oh, my precious kit, don't get found. You're our only hope to live. If you die, our blood will be lost.