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Chapter 2

I woke up to the sounds of fighting. Scared, I look around for Lilystorm, Cragpelt, or even Whitefrost, but find nobody. All their spots are cold.

"Lilystorm?" I call out nervously.

My mother enters through the nursery door, scratches staining her white fur red.

"It's ok." She says, wrapping her tail around me. "WindClan is invading."

I don't respond.

After a second, she tucks me back in the nest and turns towards the nursery entrance.

"I have to go fight for my Clan." She whispers in my ear.

She licks the top of my head and heads back into battle.

I stare heart brokenly after her and curl up quietly

I hear a noise behind me. I turn around but all I see is a flash of brown fur.

I open my mouth to scream but a tail wraps around my head, and all I get is a mouthful of fur. I widen my eyes in fear as I feel teeth in my scruff and I'm lifted off the ground. I can't make a sound as I am turned away from the entrance of the nursery and towards the back.

A giant hole gaping through the nursery wall yawns ahead and I am pushed into the daylight and through the dirtplace tunnel.

-Sedgeflower's POV-

After grabbing the kit and sneaking back out the dirtplace tunnel, I run.

I move my tail out of the poor little gray kit's mouth so she can give the signal.

Sure enough, she lets out a heartbroken wail, loud enough to put the battle behind us into silence.

WindClan cheers erupt, and pawsteps thunder out to chase me, whether they are friend or foe, I don't care, I keep running.

Spottedclaw comes up beside me, breathing hard and covered in scratches, but in his eyes you can see the excitement.

"Way to go, Sister!" The deputy's content words make my ears twitch. "Meadowstar will be pleased for sure!" He calls.

I don't respond, but lower my head and out on a burst of speed, leaving my littermate behind.

How could they be ok with stealing a kit from its mother's belly? Even my own littermate hangs doggedly on my fathers words. Maybe that's why Meadowstar made his son deputy.

I don't stop running until I reach the dip in the moor that is the WindClan camp.

I run straight to the nursery, tucking this precious kit into the center of the nest and curling tightly around her. No cat is going to take her away from me, not even Meadowstar.

I'll treat her as if she was my own.

But my moment of peace and determination doesn't last forever. The last of the WindClan warriors return home, scratched and bleeding but triumphant.

Spottedclaw bursts through the nursery entrance, breathless and thrilled. Spikyclaw and Duskyfur wait outside, Brushtail guarding the entrance so only one at a time can enter.

Spottedclaw purrs so loud, I'm sure RiverClan hear him. "Good job, Sedgeflower! I knew Meadowstar had chosen right!"

"There's nothing good about stealing kits." I mutter under my breath.

Spottedclaw doesn't seem to hear.

"Tell Gorsebrush to come check on this poor kit." I mew softly to him.

"I'm not leaving yet!" He protests.

"Well then tell her when you do."

"I was thinking maybe I could show the kit around camp later?"

Pfft. He's trying to change the subject, and rip the kit away from me, just like I did to her original mother.

I hiss at him loudly. "This kits not leaving my sight." I growl at him.

He takes a step backwards. "Why?"

"I just ripped this kit away from everything she knows. I need to make sure she is ok." I lick the little kit on her head, but she's too stunned to move or respond.

Spottedclaw, unsure of what to say, backs out of the den.

I hear shuffling behind me. Turning my head, Blossomstem is looking up blearily from her nest, tightening herself around her one kit, born last night, Lightkit. She sighs after she sees my protective curl around the kit, and nods back off to sleep.

Duskyfur comes into the nursery, ignoring me and heading straight to Yellowleaf, who watches silently from the corner.

They whisper together quietly, me not bothering to listen to them. After a rushed conversation, Yellowleaf shoos her mate away, looking angry yet amused at the same time. Whatever.

Spikyclaw comes into the nursery, quietly and slowly picking his way over to his mate, Blossomstem. He stares at me and the little kit until I glare him away.

He licks Blossomstem's ear and hurries out of the den.

I hear Brushtail leave his post outside the nursery. Who cares? We weren't mates after my kits died. He only cared about them, not me, once they were born. Then, Longkit and Grasskit died. And it was over.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Gorsebrush entering the nursery, her eyes dull and a leaf wrap in her mouth.

Her eyes brighten when she sees the kit, snug and content.

"Lemme see her sis." She says.

I uncurl from around the kit. If it means the kit is healthy and well, Gorsebrush is free to do what she will to make sure. Besides, I trust my sister.

After sniffing the kit for a moment, Gorsebrush looks at me. "She's in shock, but in all else everything seems to be fine.

She drops her leaf wrap and pulls out some thyme leaves. "Just have her eat these and she'll be good as new."

I take the leaves for when she wakes up.

"Well I must be going now." Gorsebrush says. And just like that she leaves. Formal, as usual. I put the kit back in our nest, curl back around her, and nod off to sleep.

-Silverpaw's POV-

As soon as WindClan was gone, Featherwish and I started herding the most injured warriors into the medicine den.

Then we here a loud wail come from the clearing. Featherwish rushes outside, me following behind, as was usual. But both my mentor and I had an extra spring in our step. Both of us feared some cat had died.

The wail came again, and we saw it was Lilystorm, crumpled on the floor, Cragpelt next to her, flames in his eyes. Whitefrost had her tail draped on her littermates back, being as comforting as she could.

Featherwish rushed right over to the trio and the crowd gathered around them. "What happened?"

Tallpaw raises his head grimly. "WindClan took Graykit."

-Sedgeflower's POV-

When the kit woke up, she froze up in fear and shock again, her fur bristling and her blue eyes widening.

I ran my tail down her spine. "Don't worry, no cat here will hurt you." I pause. "I won't let them."

The kit looks me in the eye and leans over, face down, into my fur.

"What's your name, little kit?"

She turns her head and looks me in the eye.

"Graykit." Than she curls up and tucks her nose under her paw.

Well what was I to expect?

"Are you ok?" I ask quietly.

She stands up. "No." Her reply is faint, like a whisper.

"Where am I?" She asks quietly.

"WindClan camp."

"When do I get to go home?"

"I don't know, Graykit, I don't."

She sighed. "That's bad."

I didn't respond, so she settled down and curled up next to me.

I curled around her and we both drifted off to sleep.

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