The Calm Before The Storm

Prologue



Firestar peered closer into the hollow beneath the ferns. Brambleclaw had been right, he could smell kits, and for a good reason. Four young kits were huddled beneath the ferns. They looked as if their eyes had been open for about a moon, old enough to start talking. AS Firestar watched, the biggest kit, a storm grey tom, thrust himself in front of his sisters, defending them. The others were smaller than he, but a beautiful pale yellow kit with amber coloured eyes thrust herself beside her brother. Then, they argued in mewling voices. Firestar grinned, but he was worried.