~Leafkit~

I stared out of the den, stunned. The view outside was sickening. I tried to look away, but it drew my vision. The ground was covered in blood. Cats were running left and right, carrying moss and herbs to others. Graypelt ran over to me, followed by Woodfur. Graypelt looked me over for injuries, her expression sorrowful.

"There was another riot." she explained, her voice sounding sad and angry, "Some of the warriors revolted, including the deputy. Quailfeather is tending to the injured cats well."

Woodfur also looked sad, but his eyes glowed with pride as he looked at me. "You have some very good danger reflexes. I'm impressed."

Turning to Graypelt, he added "She was prepared to fight me herself to let the other kits escape. Isn't that right, Leafkit?"

I nodded sheepishly, but Graypelt gave me a proud lick on my head, saying "Very good."

We went back into the nursery. The kits were being comforted by their mothers, all but Rainkit, who was waiting for us. She tackled me as I came in.

"I'm so glad you're okay! I was worried sick!" she yowled in my ear.

"Ouch, that was my ear. And yes, I'm okay." I replied grimacing.

The next morning, Rainkit and I went out to explore the camp. We walked around for a little while, looking at all the different cats and views. All traces of the fight from the previous day were gone, washed away by the rain.

Rainkit saw the fresh kill pile first. It was huge, the rain had chased prey out of their nests. Rainkit tried to grab a mouse to take back to Graypelt, but knocked the entire pile onto an apprentice. We froze in horror as he thrashed under the pile.

"Hey!" the silver tom exclaimed as he climbed out of the mess, unhurt, "Who did that?"

He saw me and Rainkit staring at him, and padded over.

"It was you who did that, wasn't it? That's okay. I'm Silverpaw. You must be Graypelt's kits. Here, let me give you a tour of the camp." he said, as he looked at us curiously.

~Whitekit~

I woke up back in the nursery, curled up beside Lilysong. I couldn't believe the clan leader was my father! This was so cool! Lilysong opened her eyes, and we peered outside the den. It was dawn, and I was hungry.

"Can I have something to eat, Lilysong?" I mewed at her.

She walked outside, only to come back with nothing. "No fresh-kill again."

It was then when I noticed how thin and bony all of the cats in the nursery were. Even the queens looked frail and weak. Lilysong was no exception. I watched through the mouth of the den as Snowflower, the clan deputy, came back with the only prey of the morning, a thin mouse that would barely fill up an apprentice.

Wow, Lilysong hadn't been kidding when she said that the clan was running out of prey.

My hunger forgotten, I ran out of the den, darting into the trees. I had just gotten an idea. I'd catch so much prey, everyone would be full.

I walked over to a bush, and started stalking as I'd seen a few of the apprentices do in training. I saw a plump squirrel up ahead, and leaped at it, claws out. I managed to kill it, but it was hard.

I started to carry it back to camp, when I heard a strange sound behind me. I whirled, surprised and afraid.

Standing next to me was a full grown fox, madder than an angry hornet.

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