Two cats solemnly walked through the undergrowth, the moon's cold gaze on their backs. In their jaws were four small bundles.They soon came to a stop at the edgeof the forest, where another Cat awaited them. "Are you sure your Longpaws will accept them Snowflake?" The tom asked, putting down his two bundles next to the white she cat. " Yes, They've been looking for new kittens. I will take good care of them, Darkheart. " Snowflake nodded.  "Good. If Orangefeather's prophecy is correct, this should solve the problem. "

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Hey guys! I know the prologue is really bad, but trust me, it will get better!!!