From the Heart: Book 2

The next book in the From the Heart series. To clear something up, in one chapter I said that Marshpaw's eyes were silver-blue. Then in the last chapter of the first book, I said his eyes were silver green. That was an accident. His eyes are silver-green now. I will now stop rambling on. XD Rain  fire The Scruffs' 00:39, August 12, 2010 (UTC)

-There ain't no doubt, in my mind,

that imma stomp all over your test of time!-

Prologue
"Foxkit, please!" my mother cried.

I looked up at her. The sounds of the battle echoed around the camp.

"Momma, you said they wouldn't get near the camp," Icekit whined.

"Yeah!" Youngkit agreed.

A cat stumbled into the nursery. She exhaled and sat down. Her shoulder was bleeding badly. Icekit, Youngkit, and I huddled together next to the warmth of our mother, Willow-wind.

"Willow-wind. They're about to enter the camp. We are doubling back and ThunderClan will be here soon, but we can't promise anything," the cat said.

It was Bravepaw, an apprentice in our Clan. FourClan. She looked at our mother sadly.

"I wanted to tell you so you could spend more time with your kits. Anything could happen," Bravepaw whispered.

Willow-wind nodded.

"Thank you."

Bravepaw dipped her head.

"Bravepaw!" a tom called from outside.

Another apprentice stuck his head in the den. It was Bramblepaw.

"Come on!" Bramblepaw panted.

Bravepaw and Bramblepaw left us. My mother looked at us. She touched our flanks, one by one, with her tail.

"Be strong, dear kits. Your Clan needs it," Willow-wind whispered.

The cries and howls of battle had entered the camp.

"ThunderClan! Attack!" came a yowl from outside.

A fresh wave of battle cries and wails could now be heard. Willow-wind sighed.

"Bramblestar can't live for much longer. Neither can Squirrelflight," she said.

Icekit looked up at her with fear.

"Hush-a-bye, don't you cry," our mother sang softly.

Willow-wind touched her nose softly.

"Go to sleep, a little baby. And when you wake, you shall have, all the pretty little horses."

A massive dark gray tom entered the den. He smelled of ShadowClan. He yowled and flung Youngheart and I away from our mother. He raised one paw and brought it down on Willow-wind's throught. Blood went everywhere. He flung Icekit into the stone wall at the end of the nursery. Hard. She layed there, crumpled and bashed. She opened her eyes and looked straight at me.

"Blacks and bays, dapples and grays," our mother sang with her dieing breath.

Youngkit and I huddled, out of sight of the tom. He raked his claws along Icekit's face. Blood wouldn't stop flowing. A FourClan tom entered and dragged the ShadowClan tom out, but it was too late. Icekit's eyes glazed over and she went limp.

"All the pretty little horses."