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Prologue     The night was still and silent.    The sky was glowing from the Silverpelt; no moonlight dared to shine. The Silverpelt shed a crisp, frosty shimmer over the land, making the leaves and grass a soft white color. In a valley nearby, laid a waterfall that gently poured out cool, refreshing water from the high rocks into a large pool, glimmering with the ripples and starlight. The air was filled with a mid-greenleaf breeze, sighing through the leaves. At the top of the small hill, the surrounding ferns that guarded the pool, parted as a cat entered the sacred area.    The tom's coat shone a brilliant white, which was sliced by