He was awoken at sundown by Foxtail and stretched his wings and legs. "Thank you, Foxtail," Swiftfoot said as he passed the older cat. The old warrior nodded at him as he walked away.

Fireclan has recently been demanding the other clans share some of their hunting grounds with them because more and more twolegs were coming into their territory to set up temporary nests. The other clans refused because they need all their hunting grounds to feed the many mouths in their clan, but Fireclan wouldn't stop and they became violent. They took over some of Waterclan's territory through a long and bloody battle and then they celebrated about it later. All the other clans could hear the terrible noises long into the night, for they were howling and screeching as if they were going mad.

He followed the rest of the patrol and flew above them with a few other warriors. The flying warriors listened to the conversations of the few warriors walking below them. In his mind, it was odd to do this. Every sundown he was woken up to do patrol duty and as soon as they had made two circuits of the territory they went back to camp and woke up the next cats. The large patrol group always split up in two so they could cover more ground quickly. There were always four flying cats and two walking cats in the entire group, three in the smaller patrols.

As the three cat patrol neared the Fireclan/Airclan border, they all started to pick up the small, quiet sounds made by distressed kits and he and his apprentice landed, and they all started moving faster, towards the unusual sound.

He found them just on the edge of the Airclan border. There were four kits in a basket woven of grass and sturdy sticks. He nosed them apart and found that they weren't very warm, but still alive and wriggling, trying to find warmth, and that they smelled mostly of a Fireclan tom, but there was still a hint of Waterclan on them. He found this very odd, for it was said that if a Waterclan cat and a Fireclan cat or an Airclan cat and an Earthclan cat had kits they would be cursed, and would never be accepted into either of their birth clans because of how strangely mixed they would be. They would never truly suit the physical needs for either clan. The kits seemed to be less than a moon old, maybe a quarter moon at most. The other cats appeared to be thinking this as well.

Someone spoke up at last. "Well Swiftfoot, what should we do with these kits?" It was Wolftail, a grey and white tom who was a kind cat who had been taken in by one of the queens when he had been a bit older than the kits before them.

"I will take them back to camp and discuss the future of these kits with Foxstar," He replied politely, "Breezepaw, please continue the patrol with Wolftail." He then picked up the basket and flew out of the forest, and towards the large trees that housed the clan.

When Swiftfoot returned to camp he went straight to Foxstar, carrying the kits. He entered Foxstar's den, set down the kits and sat down next to the sturdy basket.

"Foxstar." He mewed and the other cat stirred in her sleep.

"Foxstar." He repeated, a bit louder this time and the aforementioned cat slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

"What is it, Swiftfoot? Aren't you supposed to be on patrol right now?"

"Yes," He said, "But we found something that might interest you." He then explained how and where they found the kits.

"Thank you, Swiftfoot for coming to talk to me about this," Foxstar said, "But we cannot keep the kits. We have too many mouths to feed already, and Leaf-fall is drawing near, I can feel it getting colder every sleep. We must find another place to bring these kits, where they will be safe and accepted."

"I think we should give them to Earthclan for, they need more warriors and hunters, unlike Airclan." He said, "They hopefully will not care about the kits parents and will accept them into their clan."

"Hopefully." She stood up, "Please bring the kits to one of the queens, we will bring them to Earthclan after Sunup."

He nodded and stood up, picking up the basket of kits, "I will see you then." He mewed and left the den.