Because Of Your Blood

Prologue
Rain fell steadily, and by the ominous clouds overhesd predicted it would continue to do so for a while longer. The river, which had been quite dry for the past moon or so, was almost overflowing, and the pale grey tabby sitting by its banks kept moving further and further away from it, in a pointless attempt to keep her paws dry. After a while, she was joined by another, a muscular white tom with tufted ears. He dipped his head to her on a sign of respect, and she smiled.

“Whitestorm. You came.”

Whitestorm, for that was who the tom was, purred. “Yes, Brindleface. Or course I came.”

Brindleface smiled slightly. “Well, thank you anyway. You know what we must discuss.”

The tom sighed. “Yes, yes I do. I wish it wasn’t nescessary though... surely Ashfur will be fine? He’s a good cat., however much everyone seems to think him a villain.”

Brindleface nodded. “I know. He is a good cat.”

“Then is this really nescessary?” Whitestorm asker, relieved she wasn’t arguing much.

Brindleface nodded once more. “It is. It’s not him that’s the villain, it’s her. Mapleshade. We have to rescue him.”