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Tigerflight: Silverstripe is Woodkit, Sunkit, and Snakekit's father. I did not have allegiances at the beginning, so you would not be expected to know that. A lot of these cats are OC's, being that this takes place several seasons after the battle with the Dark Forest, perhaps a year or two. Not many will be mentioned, but those who are(if you have not heard of them) may be OC's.

Let's get on with the chapter.

I do not own Warriors.

Eaglekit stiffened as two more voices joined the first. "There are four. Scratch said there would only be three."

"Sometimes, even Scratch is wrong. Thorn, what do we do?"

"You," one said, and a paw reached out of the shadows to prod at Woodkit. "You can walk, right?"

Woodkit stared at the direction the paw had come from defiantly. "I could, but then you wouldn't be taking us."

There was silence, and Eaglekit imagined the cat he knew was hidden in the shadows was rolling his eyes.

"Thorn, he's got a point."

"Shut up, Claw."

They stepped forward, and were immediately illuminated by the harsh moonlight that shone through the nursery entrance. One was dark brown, and had yellow eyes. He bared his teeth at the kits, who shrunk back in fear.

Another was all black, save for his right forepaw, which was white. He had blue eyes, and a scar ran down one cheek. He was the smallest, but carried authority. Eaglekit guessed he was Thorn.

Another was dark gray, with a slit it one ear and a long, whip like tail. Eaglekit shrunk back.

"You take the small one," Thorn hissed, motioning toward Eaglekit. The dark gray cat leaned forward and took Eaglekit's scruff in his jaws, stepping back and looking back at Thorn.

"You take the golden-orange one, and I'll take the weird silver one. The black one can walk."

Woodkit spat at them indignantly, but with another hiss from the brown one, quieted down and watched as they walked out. Thorn, taking up the rear, nudged Woodkit and sent him after the other two.

"Who's Scratch?" Woodkit asked as he looked up at Silverpelt. Was Starclan watching them, as they were taken to Twolegplace? Would Starclan see them in Twolegplace? He lowered his head and strained to see as the night seemed to get darker and darker.

"We're near there," Thorn growled around Snakekit, not answering the question. Woodkit, who was trying to keep up, fell back again and flopped onto the ground. "I'm tired," he whined. Thorn glared back at him, dropping Snakekit. "You get to walk," he said, then bounded back and grabbed Woodkit by his scruff.

Snakekit walked along silently, and then they reached a Thunderpath. The sharp stench stung the kit's eyes, and Thorn dropped Woodkit. "We cross together. If one of these kits die on our watch, they won't be the only ones. Scratch may decide to kill them anyway, but we'll see."

He began to pick Woodkit up again as a big red thing raced by.

"On my mark."

-Linebreak-

Bramblestar went back to check the nursery, to see how the kits were doing. He poked his head inside.

"Woodkit?" he called. After no reply, he tried again. "Eaglekit? Sunkit? Snakekit? Are you in here?" he asked. There was again no reply. He backed out and nearly crashed into Silverstripe, who was on his way to the fresh-kill pile.

"Everything alright?" Silverstripe asked. Bramblestar shook his head. "The kits aren't in the nursery."

"Did you check the apprentice den?" he asked. "Back when I was an apprentice, the kits would sneak thistles into my nest when I wasn't looking."

Bramblestar began to walk towards the next den. "I don't think they would do that... now isn't a time for humor."

He stopped outside the apprentice den. "Snowpaw, Sparkpaw, come here," he said. The apprentices came out.

"Have you seen any of the kits lately?"

"Not since moonrise. Are they sleeping?" Snowpaw asked. Bramblestar shook his head. "There is no one in the nursery."

Sparkpaw shuffled his paws. "Do you think it has to do with the prophecy?" he murmured to Snowpaw as the two warriors turned to go.

"If it does, I hope they succeed," Snowpaw replied. "The first thing the clan needs right now is hope."

Silverstripe turned to face Bramblestar. "Prophecy?" he murmured, and the apprentices quieted down. "What do they mean?"

Bramblestar turned and looked at Sparkpaw and Snowpaw, who were both disappearing into the den.

"Jayfeather received a prophecy. Wood will be lit by the sun, and the snake will drown. They will bring hope."

He shook his head.

"We think it means your kits will bring hope."

-Linebreak-

Woodkit looked as a bloody and bruised Thorn launched himself the rest of the way across the Thunderpath.

"Stupid monsters," he growled, beginning to wash his fur. While crossing, a monster had come rushing towards them. Thorn had thrown Woodkit to the other side, then gotten grazed by the side of the monster. He shook his head and looked up.

"The kits can walk from here."

"Are we close?" Eaglekit asked as he fell to the ground. He scrambled to his paws.

"Just about," Thorn said. He turned to the brown cat. "Claw, go ahead and tell Scratch we're coming."

Claw nodded, turned and raced off. Thorn looked back. "Shadow, you stay in the back."

The dark gray cat nodded and stepped forward only when all four kits were ahead of him.

"What's on your neck?" Woodkit asked, running to catch up with Thorn. Thorn glared down at the kit. "It's called a collar," he spat.

"What's in it? Are those teeth? Eww," Woodkit shivered, falling back. Thorn growled under his breath.

"I hope you don't plan on giving too many of our secrets away," came a new voice. Woodkit looked up to see a pitch-black cat, the only color being a spot of white around his eye. Both of his eyes were blue.

Thorn crouched to the ground, something akin to fear in his eyes. "Of course not, Scratch," he said. "The kit asked."

"We do not answer to kits," Scratch hissed, padding towards them. He unsheathed his claws(reinforced with other claws, Woodkit noticed,) and swiped them across Thorn's shoulder. Thorn gritted his teeth in pain. "Of course, Scratch."

He turned to Woodkit, who shrank back, pelt bristling. "You must be the kit's ring leader. What is your name?"

"I don't answer to kittypets," Woodkit growled, indicating the collar around Scratch's neck. Scratch bared his teeth. "Watch your tongue, kit. You would be dead right now if not for the fact that I need you all here. I shall ask you one more time. What is your name?" he snarled. Woodkit glared at him. "Woodkit," he said. Scratch shook his head. "Here, you shall be known as Wood. What about the others?"

Woodkit looked back at his brothers and Eaglekit, all who stared back with terror in their gaze. He nodded once and turned forward. "The orange one is Sunkit, the silver one is Snakekit, and the brown one is Eaglekit."

"Sun, Snake, and Eagle," Scratch muttered. He looked over at Sunkit. "Sun will never do. We are a clan of darkness. Here, you shall be known as Night."

"Night?" Sunkit tested the word out on his tongue. Woodkit looked up at Scratch again.

"Who are you?" he asked. Scratch stepped aside, revealing several cats, all wearing collars embedded with teeth. They emerged from weird brown things, twoleg dens, and from underneath sleeping monsters.

"We are Bloodclan."

So there you go. Sorry for not updating sooner. Anyway, hope this satisfies all you guys. Thanks for reading!

I don't own Warriors.

-Misfortune