Wrong Choice
Beestripe ran across the moor, her former Clan-mates hard on her tail. "Help!" She jerked her heard to the side, were the wail was coming from. It was her kit! She skidded to a halt right in front of it. "Just because I took a mate from another Clan, doesn't mean you have the right to kill me!" She snarled at them. She wrapped her tail protectively around her kit. "You broke the warrior code, remember?" Harefoot growled softly at her. "Either get rid of that kit or we kill both of you." He spat with such venom at the word kit, it made her flinch. "Never!" And with a flick of his tail, the patrol lunged at her and the kit. No! She gasped has their thorn-sharp claws racked through her and Creamkit. "No!" She kicked her hind paws out and sent one of the warriors sprawled out, struggling to her paws. She scored her claws across Harefoot's throat. He let out a gurgling cry and his body fell limp an the floor. "Wrong choice, huh Harefoot?" She turned to the other warriors and hissed, "Don't you dare hurt my kit." And scooped up Creamkit and ran towards her mate's territory.
Just a, little one-shot I decided to put together! The pic is a drawing I made of Beestripe (The main character), Creamkit (The kit, obviously), and Juniperclaw (The father, from RiverClan).