Prologue

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Two cats crept into the moonlit clearing. The first, a tortoishell queen, bounded over to the tom. "I'm glad you could come." she purred. "I have been waiting." The tom was purring too loud to speak. Suddenly a voice rang from the trees. 

"You must stop these meetings!" it growled. "They shall only lead to death!"

The tom ducked under a low tree limb. His eyes were round. Then, darkness.

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