Sandkit sat perched at the end of her nest, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she gazed at the ginger fur just beyond the lichen, keeping her tail still and her claws sheathed, she began to creep forward. Her fur spiked with excitement and her tail began to twitch slightly before she stilled it, continuing her silent stalk. Sandkit paused a mouse-length away from the entrance, bunching her haunches before letting out a caterwaul and launching herself at the ginger warrior standing just outside, bowling him over. She heard a surprised grunt from him as she unsheathed her claws and dug them into his thick pelt, clinging to him like a burr. "Trespasser!" she hissed, trying to sound strong and confident, "What are you doing on ThunderClan's territory?" The ginger warrior let out a purr as he gently shook himself, shaking Sandkit off of him, "Now Sandkit, you know you're not meant to be outside of the nursery while we reinforce the camp," he mewed strictly, though his amber eyes were warm. "we need to make sure the camp is strong and able to withstand the winds." Sandkit sighed, though she knew Brackenclaw was right, she hated being confined to the nursery, even though it was for her safety. Her ear twitched in irritation, and she clawed the ground in frustration, her tail lashing back in forth, "But I'm bored! It's been days without the strong gusts of wind!" She could hear the whine in her voice, but she didn't care, she had been in the nursery for far too long and was aching to stretch her legs and escape the stuffy nursery. Brackenclaw gave her a sympathetic look, leaning in to give her a lick between the ears, "I know it's hard to be stuck in the nursery, but Seedstar wants to make sure the wind is calm for good before he allows kits and elders back outside." When that didn't soothe his daughter's frustrations, he sharply yet calmly reminded her of what had occurred a few sunrises ago, "Remember what happened to Rainkit?" Sandkit felt her ears grow hot, and she dropped her green gaze, flattening her ears in regret as she stilled. "It's not my fault Rainkit didn't dig his claws into the ground." she grumbled, remembering with a sharp pang of grief as she watched as Rainkit was thrown off his paws across the camp, the pale ginger she-cat had been unable to run to his aid, struggling to keep her own paws rooted to the ground. It was only when their mother, Cloudsplash, had run outside looking for her kits was Rainkit taken to the medicine cat den. Thankfully he only had minor scratches and a sprained tail, but Cloudsplash had been furious with the pair of them, confining Sandkit to the nursery and Rainkit to the medicine cat den to avoid the two of them causing any more problems. Brackenclaw's ear twitched slightly, and he gave Sandkit a gentle nudge, breaking her out of the memories, "Cloudsplash is coming," he hissed under his breath, "if she catches you outside she'll tear my whiskers off and confine you to the nursery for the next moon." Sandkit quickly backed into the cover of the nursery, bumping into Willowkit on her way back to her own nest, she spun around, her fur bristling slightly. "Willowkit!" The dark gray she-cat gazed at her, curiosity and amusement brimming in his soft blue eyes, she let out a purr and leaned in close to Sandkit as Cloudsplash entered the nursery, "Don't worry," she mewed quietly, "I won't tell Cloudsplash you went outside." Sandkit blinked gratefully at her older denmate, Willowkit and her kin, Sootkit and Icekit, were two moons older than her and Rainkit. And as the only she-cats amongst the kits, the two had grown close, forming a strong bond, they looked out for each other, Willowkit had been there to comfort her when Rainkit was hurt. Icekit hopped out of the nest, stretching and padding to join his sister, giving the two she-cats a curious look, "Who put burrs in your nest, Sandkit?" Sandkit's ear twitched, "Still confined to the nursery, unless you've forgotten, and Rainkit is still in the medicine cat's den," she felt a twinge of annoyance as Icekit's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh right," he mewed, his voice light and teasing, "Well, I'm going out for some fresh-kill, I'll bring you back something." He meowed to Sootkit, who was starting to finally stir, his brother gave a huge yawn, getting up and stretching each leg in turn, shaking his pelt. "Better come with you," he eyed the two she-cats, "but let's bring something back for Willowkit and Sandkit, if there's anything left that is." Willowkit rolled her eyes, but Sandkit was nearly ready to claw the two tom's ears, she was sick of of their relentless teasing, always bragging about being outside and how great it was. She was about to retort when Willowkit slapped her tail across Sandkit's mouth, gesturing towards Cloudsplash's sleeping form and giving her a warning glance, she bristled slightly but kept her mouth clamped tightly shut, glaring at the two of them as they padded out of the den. Sootkit lightly flicked his tail over Sandkit's muzzle as he passed her, gaining an annoyed hiss from her, she snorted and stomped to her nest, curling up against Cloudsplash and burying her nose into her paws, gazing longingly at the entrance, a pang of loneliness and sadness hitting her as strong as the wind itself. Sandkit's ears twitched as the wind blew outside, but something was different, wrong, it felt stronger somehow, she crept the entrance and was nearly blown away. Her eyes widened with shock, the wind had picked up after so many days of light breezes, a wail full of fear and panic cut through the clearing and Sandkit remembered with a jolt that her denmates were still outside. She stuck her head outside and screwed up her eyes to the harsh winds, her stomach dropped as she saw what was unfolding in front of her, Sootkit was desperately diggin his claws into the ground, sticking low to it and trying the hang on to Icekit's tail. Her heart stopped as Sootkit lost his grip on Icekit's tail, watching as the young tom was thrown around like a piece of moss, her mind flashed as Rainkit came to mind, she wasn't going to let Willowkit and Sootkit suffer the way she had. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to still her racing heart, bunching up her muscles and getting ready to run into the clearing. I have to help Icekit!