PROLOGUE
It was cold, too cold for many creatures to bear, but not for some. A light ginger she-cat was running away quickly from the path of destruction she had chosen. Little bundles of fur hung from her mouth doing whatever she proposed them to do. She looked up and saw oak trees, no rat smell, and no more pines. She heaved a sigh of relief and headed in the forest with the scent of fear tagging along with her.
A cat greeted her there. He was a strong grey tom, but yet dipped his head as if she was the one to be noticed, "I didn't think you would come at first; too skittish. But, here we are, together again. So, Sunstrike, is this the only one made through this dreaded winter?" He tipped his tail to one of the balls of fur hanging from the pale cat's mouth. The cat shook her head and laid two mewling bodies down, "He made it as well. Oh, I thank you so much for this Darkstar! I don't know if I can ever repay you for this! I just didn't know where else to turn!" The tom quieted her down with a pat of his tail.
"You are my littermate; it was the least I could do. I was lucky to get out while I could. Good thing Thunderclan wasn't too hasty to let me join. Both of our clans are in bad times. So, who are they then?" The tom at glanced the mewling balls of fuzz. "The dark ginger one is Flamekit, and the grey tabby is Ratkit." The pale she-cat answered. "Don't worry, they will be safe here, trust me." The tom tried to relieve her, but he could tell she wasn't moved. "I hope so, but you have a mate, correct?" The pale cat replied, sorrow filling her voice as she spoke.
"Yes I do, Lightningcloud. She just had kits tonight, I haven't told the clan though, I was waiting for you. But she knew you were coming, don't worry." The tom explained. The pale cat sighed, then mewed, "I wish I could have ran away with you and our mother, but I was too nervous, even as a kit! I hate living in Shadowclan; I didn't know he was like that." The tom rubbed against the she-cat, her doing it in return. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." The pale cat licked his ear in acknowledgement. After words of goodbye, the tom carried the kits into the heart of the forest. "Be strong little ones." The she-cat whispered and turned her head to the pine trees. She sighed and ran into them, sober following. The moon held the silence, not letting any other light speak. But, little did they know, it had just begun.
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