Prologue

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A dark tabby tom lifts his head from the black and white corpse that is sitting in front of him.
"You had to be scilenced Ravenflight," the tom mewed mewed calmly, "I wouldn't have talked."
The tom wiped his paws that had been red with the blood of the black and white tom, "Now who should I blame for this? I know, that pesky little Kittypet."

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