A Dove's Faith

Prologue

The rapid thudding of paws hit roughly against the grass covered surface sending dirt into the air as a cinder silhouette sprinted by. Her pallid green eyes radiating into a soft hue as she scanned the shadowy terrain. It would seem that she was in a hurry to be somewhere or to meet up with someone. She refused to stop for anything. The cooeings of owls only made her feet quicken as she scurried through the forest. The strange sounds in the night meant danger - to her - and she had to get away, fast.

This wasn't new to her at all. She had remembered when she had to leave Fallen Claws - an old ancient group of bandits -, in order to keep her kits safe.  Little did she know back then that her own kits would turn against each other with war and blood shed between themselves. She missed their kindness towards each other that was now replaced with remorse, vengence, and hatred. It sickened the mother at the thought of their feuds. She couldn't screw this one up.

The darkness lurked around her petite body, prodding at her gray pelt attempting to engulf her, but she was protected by the moon as she rushed out of the under brush and onto a large treeless moor. Her gaze averted along the horizon  that was covered with countless of hills before she moved forward, her shoulder blades poking sharply out of her back. A small yelp escaped a small bundle of white and black fur that was firmly held in Amara's jaws. The gray cat frowned softly before gently placing the kit at her paws. "Alazne.. I am so sorry.. I just cannot allow you to get into the dangerous feud with your siblings." The mother whispered to her kit softly, lowering her head and pressing against her kit's cheek. She couldn't bare to be informed that she too was going to be brought into a battle that wasnt meant for her. Her two eldest daughters; Mistyheart and Maika, were now swarn enemies, lashing out at each other each chance they got. She didn't want that to happen with this kit, she had to be a good mother and do the right thing. Even if it meant separating with her.

As the loner fawned over the kit that she was soon going to be separated with, she wasn't particularly being alert on what was going on with the terrain around her. A silhouette that was hidden in the long grass was peering at her with alarm in her position. But when she saw the kit that laid before the lithe figure spoke;

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A curious voice could be heard as a gray and white tabby she slipped out from the moors, hostility was no where to be found in her glowing blue orbs.

"Jaysong.." She meowed in greeting, examining the familiar face of the Windclan's Deputy. Jaysong was Mistyheart's dear friend. The loner frowned, giving a small glance at the RiverClan's territory that was a quite distance away. Turning her green gaze to Jaysong, Amara the loner spoke. "I'm Amara.. Mistyheart, Fogtrail, and Maika's mother.." She meowed and paused. "I need your help." She finally said after a few moments with a flick of a tail towards her daughter, whom was laying beside her fur. "Please take care of my kit. I cannot allow her to be pulled into Maika and Mistyheart's battle.. They will bring her into it and i don't want that for her.. Her brother Fogtrail will be pushed into the war as well... I want to do something right for once as a mother. You have kits of your own, don't you?" She gripped her jaw tightly with desperation. Amara didn't know if Jaysong actually had kits or not but it wouldn't hurt to try and reason with the she-cat. She heard many great things about her, including her kindness towards others. Though, that seemed to be a rumor, for she did not know if it was the truth as she bored her green optics into the eyes of someone who had the fate of her kit in her paws.

"Will you help me, Jaysong?"