The start of the third book! Who's excited? ^_^
This prologue is super cool, we get two very weird and new perspectives!
Prologue
The earth could feel the changes that were being made. She felt the brutality that was growing in the shadow cats that spread from one being to another. The lies, trickery, and deceit filled the air, polluting her trees and flowers, killing her animals, and stealing out across the forest.
These cats, she knew, were headed for dark times, an age of death and sickness, where prey would be scarce. It was the crooked one that held the key to these times, for his heart was twisted and no longer worked the way a heart should.
The earth sensed all of this, for it coursed through her bones with a blazing fervor, that made her quake and tremor in fear.
However, there was a light in the darkness that she sensed. Two of her creations were intertwined in the fate of these cats, and their bond to each other would last even through the death of all those they loved.
The earth could only hope that these two would find the strength to oppose the crooked one, for she knew that if they failed, everything their ancestors had worked for would be destroyed.
However both of these cats puzzled her, for the first was a victim of fate, sprung from two others who had followed their destiny, yet denied what was needed of them, and the second was made from equal powers of darkness and light, yet had banished the evil from within her and now followed the path of her mother.
The daughter of night and daughter of the crooked one both shared a similar yet nearly impossible obstacle, to push past what their kin had done, and create a new path for themselves.
The small white she-cat stood at the entrance to the Thunderclan camp, her icy blue eyes glittering. Although she had traveled far, no signs of mud or dirt shown on fur, and the only blemish was a long jagged scar that ran down the side of her neck.
Her pelt glimmered in the light of the moon, and the edges of her body were wispy and seemed to flow into the air like soft smoke.
With a deep breath, she took one step forward, and then padded into the camp. She looked around, quickly assessing her surroundings. A beautiful longhaired tortoiseshell she-cat stood pacing in front of a pile of fresh-kill, yet she took no notice of the white she-cat.
The she-cat raised her nose to the air, sifting through the jumbled scents until she found the one she was searching for. With a nod of satisfaction she headed straight towards a large bramble covered den.
As she walked, she left no paw prints in the dirt, and it almost seemed as if she was not actually touching the dusty ground. She paused at the entrance to the den, however, making up her mind, she quickly entered it, stepping over many sleeping bodies of cats to reach what she had been searching for. She stopped in front of a small, lean, black she-cat who was sleeping peacefully, her eyes gently closed as if she was saving any emotions for a dream she was having at that moment.
The white she-cat's mouth stretched into a sad smile, her eyes filling with sparkling tears. "My sacrifice was worth it," she mewed softly, one single tear slipping down her frosty white fur. She then bent forward and touched her cold, wet nose to the cat's black fur.
"I love you more then you will ever know, Batwing," she said sadly. "I can only pray that you will find the strength to overcome the obstacles that will be put in front of you. Stay strong, my love, I will watch over you."
The white she-cat turned, more tears streaming down her fur. Unable to say anymore, she padded slowly out of the den. The tortoiseshell she-cat had disappeared, and the camp was now empty.
With sigh of sadness, Echo bounded out of the Thunderclan camp, leaving no trace that had been there.