Prologue

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The black tom paced around the silver tom and the black-and-white tabby she-cat.

"Now, skim across the ground and bite my tail," the big black tom meowed. "Pretend it's my throat."

The silver tom did at the black tom instructed. The lithe she-cat hung back.

"Well? Aren't you going to do it?" a gray tom snapped.

The she-cat felt slightly unnerved by how starless the forest was.

"I'm just here to observe," she meowed cooly.

"Well, alright then," the black tom hissed. "You'd better know how to do the killing bite if I ask you to do it."

"I will," the she-cat promised.

At least, I hope so, her mind added.

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