Prologue
The sky shone dark above the pine forest. A sliver of the moon dimly lit the eerie forest with its white rays of light. Everything seemed still. The clouds were painted in the sky and the stars twinkled in silver streak known as Silverpelt. Shadows pelted the grass below the tree canopy. Within the shadows ran a single cat holding two kits, and following, a larger group of cats. The grey white speckled cat swerved through the fields of tall grass. The group had fallen not far behind. She has been running for plenty of suns now, stopping to only drink, hunt, and feed her young kittens.
The fatigued adult couldn't keep the running up for this long. She gave an oath to her sister. She would make sure they were protected. But now she wasn't sure she couldn't keep her words. 'I must keep these kits safe... I gave her my word!' She sprinted forward, racing in and out of trees of the pine forest.
The steps of the chasing clan became quiet. They had fallen behind. Their numbers have slowed them. She slowed her pace only a little. She couldn't keep up the running, not anymore. She stopped and fell to the ground beneath her. The kits were only a paws length away from her. Rustling was heard from in front of her. The fear stricken cat couldn't move. 'They found me..'
A tortoise tom exited the brambles and padded up to the female. He eyed the kits then the fatigue she-cat. She looked up to him with pleading blue orbs then the kits. He nodded then left her. She cried and struggled up. The kits squirmed around as she picked them up. She padded towards the brambles and dropped the kits in the tangled mess. The following clan was heard. She mouthed something to the kittens before running off.
The group breezed past the hidden kittens. They didn’t squeal or whine- not a sound was made. The group was no where to be seen anymore. They had followed the running silver cat. She has kept her oath. For now they are safe.
The sun was barely up and there was a group of cats hunting near by. The two kittens snuggled close by one another, trying to contain warmth. They couldn’t survive too long now. They refused to leave where they were left. They knew she would come back for them. The same tortoise tom from last night was yelling about. The kits were determined not to make a sound in fear of death.
A white paw cancelled their view. Brambles began falling around the kittens. Rays of the sun beamed through the holes on the ceiling. Pearly white fangs gripped the brambles above and tore them down. There was a white cat with a big black splotch on her face. She looked down at the two.
“Spottedoak! I found them.” She called to him. She bent down and picked up the one big black kitten. The one known as Spottedoak came running forth. He smiled seeing the black cat then looked in the hole at the pale orange striped one. He gripped her scruff and carried her out gently.
“Thank you so much Blackheart.” He smiled to the black faced cat once her placed the tabby. “There was a silver she-cat but… she must’ve left when I left to get you guys.” He sighed and lowered his head, disappointed.
“It’s alright Spottedoak. You saved two young kittens lives. You can only save too many.”
He raised his head and watched a grey cat pad forth. “I know, I just wish it didn’t take so long to get back.”
The grey cat glared at him. “She was obviously being chased. Judging by the condition of the kittens, it has been many suns. Starclan can’t save every cat around the forest. Some must leave.”
He nodded and bowed. “Yes, i understand now, Cinderpath.” He swooped up the pale kitten and followed the leaving group.
