Cold Hearts

Prologue

 * The black tom sat on the cool rock, watching the sunrise. He despised this time of day. Too much light. He preferred sunset. Sunset lead to dark, and dark - that's his favorite time of the day. His powers were much less temperamental after dark. A gray tabby padded up next to him. "Are the forces ready?" the black cat snarled. The gray tom nodded. "We shall leave at dawn." The black cat blinked in approval, and shuddered. "I must go." He snarled. "I will meet you after you cross the mountains." The black cat laughed coldly. "I have some unfinished buisness that I must attend to." Then he disappeared, leaving only swirling dust and a faint trace of his dark scent.