Prologue

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"Is she dead?" Hissed Spine, Spine was a pale brown tom with red eyes and a battle scared body, his brother Oil, looked just like Spine, except he had a pitch black belly. "I hope she is, then we can have something to eat!" Growled Oil. "Why wait? We can eat her now!" Laughed Spine. The two toms were speaking of a tiny she-kit with a blood stained pelt that lay in the snow, she had opened her eyes by now, and was looking up at the brothers with terror. "No one touches the kit." Rasped Rust. Rust was a small stone grey tom with a black belly, and a scared face. He was the father of the two pale brown toms, they looked at Rust with shock. He igroned their glares and looked down at the plump she-kit. For a second everything around him and the kit disappeared, everything was black, the kit stood over him with burning eyes, her pelt covered in Rusts blood. He gasped as the vision dissolved and he was back in the snowy clearing. "What's your name kit?" He chocked out the words, fear rippled through his body, he hadn't had a vision like that in moons. And this vision made total sense to him now. "I-I'm..." she shuddered, her gaze shifted back and forth. This kit... "Spit it out!" He hissed. This little runt.... "Hazel. My name is Hazel." She Mewed puffing out her chest. Hazel...that vision...she will be the death of my family!

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