Ravenflight's History

Prologue
The fire was intense. Heat threatened to kill. A small black shape darted through the blazing fire and stopped at a small pile of wood that was ablaze with flame. She took a deep breath and dove into a hole in the wood pile. Smoke filled her lungs as she saw what she came for. A small black kit that was new-born sat mewling in the blackness. The other she-cat grabbed the kit in her jaws and ran out of the burning barn. The kit coughed and mewled louder.

''Hush little one! We'll be out soon!''

The she-cat pleaded to her ancestors that they would be okay.

As she ran she thought of a paradise known only to cats.

''It would be better then... ''

The she-cat kept running until she came to a river. She stopped because she knew there were other cats in there. Cats who would tear her fur apart and ripped her belly open. But she had to go in... it was the only way.

She ran into the forest, hoping that one of the cats would notice her.

"Hey! Stop right there!" came a voice in the bushes, "Who are you?"

"I will not tell you my name," started the she-cat, "But I will ask you something."

"Well?" the voice came out of the bushes as a red-brown tom who had a firm face and tight muscle.

"I want to give you my kit." the she-cat coughed, "The place I live on is no place for her. I need you to take her!"

"Hmm..." the red-brown tom thought hard, "Very well. I will take her to my clan. But you must go."

"As long as she's safe I am okay with it." the she-cat gave her kit to the red-brown tom. He took her in his jaws and carried her back to his clan camp.

''I will give the kit to my mate... she just barely had kits... and by the size of this one I'd say it was new-born too...''