A/N: I know Sunkit is a tom, but I said "she" and "her" and crap in the last chappie. Please forgive me! I'm changing Sunkit's gender to female. I'm the authoress, so I can totally do that! –sticks tongue out-

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Frostkit's intelligence was up with Sunkit's, and past. She had the mind of a leader, who would lead her Clan through tough times. That's what the Star Frost Patrol was to Frostkit; sort of like her Clan.

"How do you know the way to DarkClan camp?" whined Whitekit.

Frostkit rounded on the tiny kit. "You should trust me!"

Whitekit shuffled her paws nervously, and Tankit let out a sigh.

"We've smelt their rank scent, and all we have to do is just to fallow it," Tankit explained.

"Yes. Now, no stopping unless necessary. We must not be caught."

The kits had traveled for long heartbeats in silence, until they crossed over the VineClan border.

"That was VineClan scent. Learn it," Frostkit hissed low.

"Hey, Frostkit? Can we make the Star Frost Patrol…Like a Clan?" asked Tankit excitedly.

"That's a good idea," Frostkit murmured without stopping, her eyes darting in all directions, looking around for a VineClan patrol. "Let's do that."

"What can I be?" Tankit prompted.

"I, Frostkit, am now Froststar," Frostkit mewed, ignoring Tankit for the moment. "Tankit, you will be Tanfur, my loyal deputy."

"Can I be the medicine cat? That's what I'm going to train for when I'm really apprenticed!" purred Whitekit.

"Sure. You'll be…Whitetoe!" meowed Frostkit carefully, as she thought over names. "Turtlekit, you can be Turtlestripe. A warrior. Is that okay?" questioned Frostkit.

"It's really cool! Thanks, Frostkit. I mean, Froststar!" Turtlekit couldn't stop purring.

"Don't purr so loudly, Turtlestripe! We could be heard." Tankit glared at the kit who had happiness coming off her in waves.

"Sorry," Turtlekit muttered.

Frostkit finally arrived at the BoulderClan border. She twitched her ears. "This is BoulderClan scent."

"Smells nicer than VineClan," mewed Tankit.

"Yes. Now, BoulderClan most likely won't punish us, but they will send us back to our Clan," warned Frostkit. "Spottedcloud's and Skywing's son, Tumblestar, leads BoulderClan now. Spottedcloud and Skywing retired together, even though Spottedcloud has some lives left."

"You're so knowledgeable," purred Tankit, rasping his tongue over Frostkit's ear.

"We'll be in DarkClan territory soon, if we sprint," Frostkit explained quietly. "Now just fallow me."

Frostkit sprinted across the territory, smelling prey-scent all around her. She didn't stop, though, because she still had somewhat of a feel for the warrior code, she didn't stop to try to hunt.

Finally, they arrived at the DarkClan border. "Hurry, Star Frost Patrol. I scent a fresh BoulderClan patrol coming this way."

They raced over the border.

"Finally. My paws can't take another step." Whitekit curled up on DarkClan ground.

"Whitetoe!" hissed Frostkit. "This is not your territory; do not rest here! We came this far, for nothing? No! C'mon, we have to keep going."

Frostkit's paws were lighter than air as she traveled with her gang. The forest was darker here, but she still was able to see decently.

When they finally arrived, Frostkit peered in. She saw Icekit and Blackkit. She hissed into DarkClan's camp entrance/exit, "Come on out, Blackkit. You, too, Icekit, if you dare. Or, are you mouse-hearted fools?"

The two kits pressed against each other, looking sort of scared. Then, gathering their wits and strength and courage, forgetting their fear.

They bounded out of the entrance, glancing around. "Who are you?" Blackkit hissed at Frostkit.

"My name does not concern you," Frostkit growled boldly. "And my companions' names don't concern you, either.."

"What are you doing on DarkClan territory? Are you rogue kits?" asked Icekit.

"Mouse-brained, and mouse-hearted," snarled Frostkit. "That doesn't concern you either!"

The kits backed up.

"But we're warning you; stay off of CloudClan territory! You may not just get brought back to your little Clan next time," hissed Tankit.