Dawnleap's Mystery *ON HOLD*

Prologue

Yowls filled the air as the Clans fought furiously. An orange-and-white tabby she-cat was racing through the melee, swiftly dodging the fighters. In her jaws, she held two small she-kits. The silver one squirmed and wriggled around. The she-cat tightened her grip and continued fleeing. "Don't let her get away!" A warrior shouted behind her. She risked a glance over her shoulder and immediately regretted it.

More than a dozen warriors were chasing after her, desperate to catch the code-breaker. Trees loomed above her head. I can't let them catch me!  ThicketClan scent flooded into her nostrils and dirt clung to her wet fur. Her paws were caught on pebbles and she stumbled, but she righted herself and dashed straight into the territory. It was too dark for her liking and she couldn't even see her paws. The she-cat was too panic-stricken to think about anything else.

She spotted a collapsed den in the undergrowth. Some random fox or badger must have dwelt there before but it was just the right size for a small warrior. She squeezed into the tight space and huddled around her kits. "Search the area! Find the kits!" The orange-and-white tabby held her breath and shrank against the back wall.

 Hopefully, her scent would disappear as she had ran through a stream earlier. Pawsteps thumped across the surface. Her kits squeaked and tried to move around. She scanned the den quickly. The pawsteps were getting louder and it wouldn't be long when another cat found her. She would be taken straight back to the camp and be punished. Her kits would be separated from her and she would end up exiled. "I'm sorry, my kits, but we must leave. We'd be in very big trouble if anybody found us." She pulled away from them and cautiously poked her head out. 

The warriors had moved on to searching another part of the territory. She only had a few minutes. Quietly, she hauled herself out of the den and took off in the other direction. A stray root appeared underfoot and it tripped her, causing her to drop the kits. The cats were approaching. "Goodbye, my sweet kits. I hope we can meet again." Tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her face. The she-cat licked her kits one last time and forced herself to turn away.  She sprinted away into the night, leaving her two kits alone and defenseless...