silly little prologue

Prologue: 

As the sun began to set, the cats gathered in their camp, settling down for the night. The air was cold and crisp, and the stars twinkled brightly in the sky. A group of young kits played together, chasing each other around and tumbling in the snow. Their laughter echoed through the camp, bringing smiles to the faces of the older cats. "Careful now, don't hurt yourselves," one of the elders cautioned, watching over the playful youngsters. Meanwhile, the warriors patrolled the borders, vigilant for any signs of danger. "All quiet on the western front," one of them reported, returning to camp. "No sign of any intruders." Their healer, tended to the sick and injured, using her knowledge of herbs to ease their pain. "There, there, it'll be alright," she murmured softly to a wounded warrior. As the night deepened, the cats settled into their dens, content in the safety of their home. "Sleep well, my clanmates," the leader whispered, gazing out at the moonlit mountains. "For tomorrow, we will face the cat that has terrorized our young cats.”