Prologue: the Unborn Kits

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A lone cat walks through the woods, seeking shelter. Her belly is round and she stops for a moment to catch her breath. Can i not even live in peace with this burden you have brought upon me! 

She sets a small brown kit down, and sighed when she spotted a rabbit hole. She picked the kit back up and hurried inside. Laying down, she watched as the cute kit snuggled up to milk. Suddenly pain, surged into her body, and she wailed. A cat burst into the hole. She hissed, till she recognized him. "Fernpaw! You scared me!" Fernpaw glared at her, "It's Mick now, remember?" She looked away and sighed, "I still don't like that you gave your whole life up for a mouse-brain twoleg!" Mick smiled sadly and licked her cheak. "Not just the twoleg, for Lolly and our kits." The she-cat turned to face him as he continued, "It's been moons since the storm, and i wasn't the only one who found someone." He smiled at her and licked her again, making her laugh. "Scarlet, you two loved each other, no one told you that you had to leave." Scarlet let out a moan, pain filling her up. Mick looked at her with panic and worry. "Why didn't you stay," he cried, "my twoleg could have helped you with the kits!" Scarlet let out a painful breath, then raised her head to look at her brother, her eyes filled with fire like determanation. "Because, i want my kits to live like we should have growing up... A Clan."


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