Prologue

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A big black and white cat paced back and forth, a growl of anger rumbling in his throat.
"What do we do boss?" Brio asked him. "We find them!" He growled.
"But how boss?" A pale brown tom asked.
"How?! I'm getting kinda fed up with your actions! Give us one way to do it Brother!" Brio shouted.
The tom looked around him, suddenly getting an idea. "We attack their precious camp.." He replied with a sinister tone.
"Are you serious?! They have kits and queens there! You'll be taking innocent lives that can't even fight back against a dog!" Brio yowled.
"Are you questioning my authority?" He asked Brio, his hot breath in his brother's face.
"No. I'm questioning your sanity, Scar!" He shouted in reply.
Scar snorted. "Hm. I see why Deep Blue left you now.. You've always been too soft... If she'd stayed, she'd come to her senses and fall for a tom like me." He flashed a challenging glare. Brio flexed his claws. "Do not talk about Deep Blue that way! She made the right desision and so did I because it kept her safe from you!"
"Hey! Cut the chatter!" Demanded a voice. And Millard jumped down from a dumpster. "What's with this racket...?" He grumbled.
"Why don't you ask boss." Brio growled and padded away.
"Why don't you ask boss." Brio growled and padded away.
"Nevermind... It was irrelevant anyway..." Scar growled watching his brother walk off.
Brio padded away, making his paws run on legs that seemed weightless past the line of Twoleg nests and across the Thunderpath to the woods of the warriors. "Hold on Deep blue. I'm coming." He mewed looking at the forest of snow in front of him and bounded down the slope quickly, as a mission was whirling inside his mind.

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