Chapter 1
Skipkit
Skipkit pranced along the worn down path through the thick woods where he and his clan, ForestClan, had their territory. He was not worried at all -as kits usually are- though he should have been. Even without the thought that he did not have to worry, danger always lurks around as his mother always told him. So Skipkit kept a watchful eye out for any unwanted visitors like eagles, foxes, coyotes, cougars, badgers, and more. His mother Daffodilfur had told him stories about kits being plucked from the woods by hawks and snatched from their nests by badgers. Skipkit did not want this to happen to him, so he hurried home. Sprinting across the field, snaking through the trees, and beating through TroutStream, Skipkit eventually reached ForestClan territory when he smelled a faint scent of a ForestClan patrol. Only being a kit, he remembered that he was only out of the nursery because he wanted some 'adventure' -trying to catch a vole or something for meal time though this did not work out as planned, he still needed some training- his mother would be worried sick! Skipkit knew that she would be very angry if he did not return home as fast as he could. Also, Skipkit was reminded that since Daffodilfur was so stern about having Skipkit stay close to her, that she would probably have already sent out a search patrol for him! Worse yet, she could have sent out his father, Bearclaw, one of the most honored warriors there had been in a long, long time! Suddenly, Skipkit groaned. Now he knew that he was going to get in big trouble, because he scented what he dreaded the most, a search patrol. The scent became clearer and clearer until he realized that it wasn't only a search patrol. That search patrol was led by
Bearclaw.