"Grasskit run!" I screeched as I threw myself between the young brown she-kit and the giant dog nipping at her. She didn't hesitate for a moment, she began darting back up towards the moor, I would have called out for help if I wasn't so engrossed and defeating this dog, though it was nearly twice my size, it had threatened my sister from my mother's most recent litter. I barred my sharpened teeth and let out a bone chilling yowl, and raked my claws against the forsaken creature's ugly, bumpy, black muzzle. It squealed in anguish and ran away. I let my short dark brown fur lay flat, and watched it race off into the Twolegplace. I let out a soft mrrow of laughter that was almost TOO easy! I thought triumphantly. That's when I noticed the dog coming back; with two more dogs hot on its heels, Great Starclan Help Me!