The Hunt

The greatest promise is made to a friend but it can be broken by the thorns of       betrayal....

Prologue
High in the cold mountain air, a silver cat snarled. His whole group of cat had been decimated, only 10 remaining. The Tribe had easily beat them with help fron those...reeking Clan cats. A small tortoishell with lightning streaks down her face came up behind him, "Stripe?"

"WhaT?" he sighed. His daughter came behind im, green eyes glinting. Stripes knew this had to be good. His daughter was a prime stratagist and she had come up with amazing plans. They hadn't always worked but still.

Lightning sat down, "Well, I was thinking. You know how we are losing cats?  They bwant to leave and get away from the Tribe?  Whose fault is that?"

Stripes thught. His daughter wanted him to think hard and guess but he wasn't in the mood.

"Tell me." he commanded. Lightning's tail fell unhappily but she said, "The Clans mouse brain!" Stripes breathed out, "Of course!"

Then he stopped, "Only 3 cats of the Clans managed to drive us from our dens when we fought, remember?"

Lightning smiled, "But that is why you have me." she said in a sweet voice.

"And I have a plan....."