Silver moonlight shone through into Rowanstar's den, like a claw lifted up to deal a death blow. The tom was sleeping peacefully, as was the rest of ShadowClan. He suddenly awoke, scared something was happening. He sent a silent prayer to StarClan, and it seemed to answer him as it turned the silver moonlight into a clear, piercing blue. Like the color of Stripenose's youngest kit. Four kits had been born to Stripenose, a young, arrogant queen the day before. The oldest one was a ginger tom, with a crooked ear. The next one was Talonkit. He was black, with yellow eyes. He had sharp teeth, often latching them in the tails of unsuspecting warriors when he was bored. The second youngest one, Pointedkit, had brown fur with creamy patches, and a pointed tail that would never lie flat. The last one, and least favoured by the queen, was a small she-cat, with silver fur and ice blue eyes. Something hit Rowanstar. He peered outside his den, and saw the youngest kit, Dawnkit. Her fur was ruffled against the wind as she unsteadily pawed out of the nursery, and near the edge of the camp. She seemed to be prepared to leave, and Rowanstar immediately understood. Stripenose didn't like her, and wanted her to sneak out of camp and become a loner. Rowanstar bounded out, immediately alert. The she-kit couldn't leave! But he was too late. She was gone.