I heard some of the cats in the camp gasp or yowl, "ShadowClan!"

"ThunderClan, attack!" yowled Whitestar, diving into the fight.

I turned to my friends. None of us had any idea of what we were supposed to be doing. Then I saw a hostile cat sneaking up on the nursery. "Follow me!" I yowled, not caring whether they listened or not.

The cat turned around and yowled in surprise. I thought I recognized that voice, but I couldn't be sure. All I cared about was keeping Sweetleaf and Graykit safe. I dove on top of the other cat.

"You. Will. Not. Kill. Our. Only. Kit. Or. Our. Only. Pregnant. Queen!" I yowled at the hostile cat, inflicting a heavy blow with every word.

Suddenly the other cat stopped fighting. "I know you!" he mewed, surprised. That's when I realized where I knew his voice from. Draco Malfoy.

"Yes. And you also know those three," I said, pointing my tail at my three friends. "Ron, Ginny, and Hermione." I stayed ready to attack, just in case it was a trap and my nemesis was going to attack me at any second.

But then there was a cry of "ShadowClan! Retreat!" from somewhere near the thorn barrier. Draco raced away, muttering something under his breath that sounded vaguely like "Stupid Darkstar only fights till he finishes off the leader, then he runs before the clan can retaliate."

A wave of dread hit me. Surely Draco couldn't mean what I thought he meant, right? But then I knew he was right when Spiderheart's voice rose in a wail, over the sounds of the injured clan.

"No! Whitestar!"