Ambition

Prologue
The she-cat looked down at her nest, sheathing and unsheathing her claws. She didn't want to believe it, she hoped this was all wrong. That her world was a dream turning into a nightmare. Her kits, oh her poor, poor kits. One moment, they lay completely safe, completely calm, protected at her belly. Ready to feed when she had milk to give.

And just like that, they were gone! They grew sick! Oh so terribly sick! Now they were gone, could the medicine cat not have done more? Could he not cure her oh so precious kits? The poor, fragile lives were swept from her paws like prey. Taken, stolen from her! Stolen into the paws of Starclan with no mercy!

Oh her dear Snowkit, her fluffy, soft fur will never be felt in her paws. Her cooling, calming scent of her kit would never reach her nose again!