Rebellion

Prologue

 * The hawk swooped and dropped a mouse from its talons. Berry clawed forward and grasped it in his mouth before it could get away.


 * The mouse was dead, and Berry was close to that.


 * The home he had picked did not have a food source or water. He was dying.


 * Dying.


 * He remembered the day, three moons ago, when Rockstar and Littlepaw pushed him down here. It had all gone according to plan then, except for his injuries. His face now had scars all over it. His sides were broken from his fall.


 * But he knew that soon, he would get help. He always did.


 * Littleclaw gasped one last time as the final kit tumbled out.


 * "Good job," Deadpelt purred. Marshtail nodded beside him.


 * Littleclaw nodded and sighed.


 * The kits cried and squirmed closer to her.


 * "Suckle, little ones," Littleclaw cooed to her three kits. "Boulderfoot will be so surprised..."