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Prologue/Trailer

Prologue

Three kits, one prophecy.

The disgraced.

"Cinderfall, one lovely she-cat." Thistlewhisker curled his tail across his silver-gray paws as he looked at the laid out Cinderfall, curled half-way around the russet kit. Thornstar padded into the den and Cinderfall looked up. Thornstar looked down at the small russet kit and looked over at Cinderfall. Thistlewhisker saw a flash of suspicion in his piercing yellow eyes. "Who's your mate again Cinderfall?" Thornstar half-growled. Cinderfall's amber eyes widened slightly at his question. "C-Crowstrike.." She stuttered under his harsh gaze. Thornstar's eyes narrowed before he closed his eyes and relaxed. "Very well. May I see the kit to show the clan? They seem...special." Cinderfall nodded. Thornstar bent down and grabbed the small kit's scruff in his jaws. Thornstar padded out of the nursery and hopped onto the Hanging Spike. He set down the mewling kit. "Cats old enough to tunnel in the darkest depths, gather below the Hanging Spike." The clan gathered under the strong stone stalactite. He looked down at them with narrowed eyes. "We all see this new kit to our clan. Get a good look at it. What do you notice?" He snarled. The stunted clan murmured quietly and one spoke up; Sootfang. "Uh, they are dark russet?" Thornstar nodded. "Exactly. They are different. No one here is a dark russet. We cannot have differences, we are known to be one with the shadows, this kit will stick out like a squirrel in leaf-bare. Next sunrise, I will take this kit to the rogue border. WE WILL NOT HAVE A TABOO IN OUR CLAN!" He snarled. The clan froze in terror. Cinderfall wanted to hiss at Thornstar doing this to her poor kit. But she couldn't do anything...

The runted

"Congratulations Whitewhisper. Two she-kits." Nightfeather looked down at the two kits.

He noticed the smaller runted tan one. He snarled quietly before speaking up. "I can take the runt into my den while she grows up. After all, the runts are the weakest, and need more care." Whitewhisper looked horrified. She curled her fluffy tail around her kits. "No way in Starclan Nightfeather, whats wrong with you?!" She hissed. Nightfeather's eyes narrowed. "Nothings wrong, I'm simply giving you an option. Let the runt stay with me or she will die without proper care." Whitewhisper snarled. "Is that a threat Nightfeather? Because if it is, medicine cat or not, I will kill you for the kit." Nightfeather chuckled. "It's not a threat, just an observation. After all, remember Willowpaw's runted brother?" Whitewhisper's eyes narrowed. "That doesn't mean this one will die. Now go, before I get Ashstar." Nightfeather's eyes narrowed further, but he padded out of the den. On his way out, he called over his shoulder. "Don't come crying to me if she dies before she's a paw."

And the graced.

Swiftflight helped clean the kits that laid out in the tired Willowsong's nest. The three kits squirmed under their rough tongue. "Congrats Willowsong, two toms and a she-cat." She meowed in a hushed tone, knowing that the she was tired. Willowsong nodded. "Thank you Swiftflight." Willowsong curled her fluffy tail around the three kits and drifted to the realm of dreams and nightmares. At Sunhigh, Swiftflight came back into the den to check on the kits. She prodded each one and froze before shaking Willowsong awake. "W-Willowsong...The toms, they are stiff.." As if those words were the same as; ""THE CAMP IS ON FIRE!"" Willowsong shot awake and sat up, frantically licking each one. Only the dappled black she-cat stirred. Willowsong let out a small pitiful mewl of grief. Swiftflight grabbed the two stiff kits and left the den to tell the clan and Duststar. Willowsong let out a sad sigh and looked down at the small she-cat. Willowsong curled her tail tightly around the kit. She would make sure this one was treated with Starclan's paws.

"Beware the shine of the inferno in the darkness, for only one's true wish will stop them"