This is Challenge # 1 for NightClan.

Challenge Name: Taken

Title: Remember Me

Main Character: Hollykit (pale ginger she cat with hazel eyes)

Supporting Characters:

Brightkit (dark ginger she cat with amber eyes)

Stormkit (bright ginger tom with green eyes)

Rainfall (dark gray she cat with blue eyes)

Wavepool (blue-gray tom with blue eyes)

Whitepaw and Branchpaw

"Hey, Hollykit, pass it over here!"

A pale ginger she-kit turned her head as she landed softly on her paws, the bright green moss ball dangling from her claws. Her hazel eyes were bright with playfulness and she tossed the bright green moss ball towards the sound of the voice.

A bright ginger tabby tom launched himself into the air, attempting to grab the bright green object flying towards him. Just before he was about to grab it, a dark gray she cat grabbed it between her claws.

"Now kits, that's enough. Can't you see that you're getting under every cat's paws? Go listen to the elders tell a story and settle down."

The pale ginger she kit trotted forward, followed by another dark ginger she kit. "But mom," the pale ginger she-kit whined, "we were having so much fun!"

"And now you can go have fun listening to the elders tell you a story." When Hollykit opened her mouth to speak, her mother silenced her with a flick of the tail. "Don't argue with me, Hollykit. No more moss ball, got it?"

"Yes," Hollykit, the pale ginger kit, mumbled quietly, padding in the direction of the elders' den, followed by her brother and sister.

As her mother went back into the nursery, Hollykit led the two other kits behind the elders' den.

"C'mon, guys, let's go sneak outside! We'll only be gone for a little while and Rainfall won't suspect a thing! She'll think we're here listening to the elders chat about their nonsense!"

"Yea!" the bright ginger tom agreed, "Let's go right now!"

"Are you guys sure about this?" the dark ginger she cat said quietly, "I mean, what happens if we're caught? Our apprentice ceremonies could be held back! What if we met a fox or a badger? We'd never even be apprentices! We'd be dead!"

"Don't worry, Brightkit," Hollykit soothed her sister softly, "we won't be gone long, and we will stay where we can see camp, okay?"

"Okay," Brightkit said reluctantly, "I guess I'll come."

"Come on guys!" the bright ginger tom called, already walking out from behind the elders' den.

"Stormkit, wait!" Hollykit called, "We can't just walk out the entrance of camp! Everyone will see us!"

"Oh. Right," Stormkit said with a nod, circling back around to join them. "So where do we go?"

"The dirtplace has a tunnel. I heard Whitepaw and Branchpaw talking about sneaking out when they were kits," Hollykit explained, already sneakily making her way along the walls of the ThunderClan hollow. "Let's go!"

The two other kits did the same, pressing against the walls of the nursery and following their sister towards the dirtplace. When the reached it, all three kits quickly made their way inside, wincing at the disgusting scent and trying to find a tunnel.

"Over there!" Brightkit exclaimed, pointing her tail at a small opening, small enough for the three kits to slide through. Hollykit, still in the lead, made her way out of the tunnel first, followed closely by Brightkit and Stormkit.

Gasping in surprise, Hollykit's eyes grew wide with admiration. The forest was one of the most beautiful places in the whole world! Taking her first steps on the leafy forest floor, she felt moss and dirt close themselves around her paws.

The pale ginger kit bounded forward, giggling with excitement. Stormkit leapt after his sister, while Brightkit, still wary about being outside of camp, followed at a slower pace.

"This is awesome!" Hollykit cheerfully yelled, running into a small clearing filled with sunlight, not far away from the camp, her brother and sister following. "What do you want to do now? We could hunt or play fight or climb trees and rocks."

The pale ginger kit turned to face her siblings, who were eagerly nodding at her suggestions. Suddenly, a loud screech filled the small clearing and all three kits froze.

"W-what was that?" Brightkit asked, fear showing through her voice. Stormkit gently pressed against his sister, trying to comfort her.

"I'm not sure. It was probably nothing." But when the tom looked up, heading straight for them was a giant hawk.

"RUN!" he yowled, running to the side and leaping into a bush. Brightkit followed closely behind.

Hollykit started in the direction of her brother and sister, but the hawk was faster. It grabbed the pale ginger kit in it's massive talons and swept her into the air.

"Help!" she screamed, watching her brother's bright green eyes widen as he looked up at her from the bush.

"Hollykit! Don't worry, we'll get help!" he yelled, but Hollykit knew that by the time the warriors got there, she would be long gone. All Hollykit could do was watch a determined Stormkit and a wide-eyed Brightkit scurry across the clearing and head back the way they came. The hawk grew higher, so high that Hollykit could see the camp. She could see the ones she loved and cared about growing smaller and smaller before her. She could feel the hawk's talons piercing her pale fur, the pain making her wince and cry out. She could hear the hawk give a loud screech as it soared higher into the sky.

Hollykit knew that the life she had dreamed about for the four moons she had been alive were being shredded and ripped apart by these large claws that were digging deeper and deeper into her sides. The blood began to stain the hawk's talons bright red, as the small kit's breaths became shorter and shorter. She could no longer see camp anymore. So she closed her eyes and knew that when she opened them again, the stars would come to take her spirit away to StarClan. There was no hope for her now.

"Help! Hollykit has been taken by a hawk!"

Stormkit's yowl filled the camp and heads turned to look at him and Brightkit, who was panting beside him.

"We were out in the clearing just outside of camp," the dark ginger she cat explained, "and a hawk came and swept her away!"

Another loud screech sounded and Stormkit and Brightkit gave a scream of horror as they saw the hawk, high over camp, holding a small pale ginger bundle between it's talons.

"See? Look!" Stormkit called, using his tail to point out the dark brown hawk flying away with his sister, who lay limp between the large claws.

Rainfall, their mother, who had just joined the group of cats gathered around her kits, looked up at the hawk that Stormkit had pointed at.

"Hollykit? Is that Hollykit?" she screeched, staring at her pale ginger daughter in the hawk's claws, wide-eyed. "It's got Hollykit! Oh, StarClan, why? Someone has to save her!"

A blue-gray tom came, sadness showing in his bright blue eyes. "Rainfall, its too late," he said softly, lowering his head. "We have to accept that she will probably be in StarClan, watching us. She will be in a better place."

"No!" Rainfall yowled, "We have to find her! Please, she has to be alive!" But the hawk was already gone and out of sight. "No...no, Hollykit, no..." The dark gray she cat buried her face in the neck of her blue-gray mate standing before her. "She's gone, Wavepool," Rainfall whispered.

"She's gone," Wavepool repeated quietly. "She's in StarClan now."

2 Moons Later

"From this moment on, until you earn your full name from StarClan, you shall be called Brightpaw."

Brightpaw dipped her head to her leader as cats below called her name. She touched noses with her mentor and went to sit beside Stormpaw, who had also been made an apprentice moments before her. Brightpaw had chosen to be a medicine cat. She wanted to be as close to her sister as possible.

Stormpaw, however, had his heart set on being the best warrior ever, maybe even leader someday. He wanted to follow the dream his sister had when she was still alive, because she never would get to follow it.

"Stormpaw, Brightpaw, Stormpaw, Brightpaw!" the clan cheered and the two new apprentices looked at each other, thinking the same thing.

Hollykit should be here too.