Prologue

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"Sunpaw..." A voice whispered. A sweet scent tickled the Sunpaw's nose.

"Sunpaw..."

Searching for the voice, the brown and golden streaked tabby looked up into the night sky.

Where am I? The cat thought.

The stars were gleaming and seemed especially bright. Twinkling alive like billions of mini diamonds.

The voice, smooth as silk, strong as the wind spoke again.

"Sunpaw... Its time."

Sunpaw looked up, confused.

"For what?" He asked.

The voice this time seemed to carry more that one meaning, "your destiny..."


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