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Dappled light hit one of Rosekit's eyes. It opened, and she realized she was taking shelter under some bushes. Why was she here? Slowly pushing herself up with her front leg, she spotted Shellkit sleeping soundly next to her. Siren and Rosemary were chatting and nibbling on a scrawny mouse. She crawled over to them, feeling quite hungry herself. She hadn't tried any of the rabbit pellets that the twolegs had tried to pass off as food, and she didn't eat when she left camp that unfaithful day.

"I'm hungry," Rosekit complained, and Rosemary looked at her and scoffed.

"Go catch a duck or something." Rosemary said, taking a small bite from the mouse.

"But I'm too small to even jump! I have two legs, Rosemary!" She protested, and right as Rosemary was about to take the last few bites the mouse was pushed over to Rosekit.

"Save some for Shellkit. I'll go see if I can find something else..." She murmured, and pushed her way out of the bushes. Rosemary was glaring at her, but Rosekit just stuck her tongue out at her. She gobbled down as much as she could without much effort, and left the leftovers for Shellkit. Padding over to the fluffy sleeping tom, she jumped on him and he wheezed, and looked up at her.

"Wha?" He said, his dark blue eyes twinkling with worry.

"Eat! We're going to leave soon, I think." Rosekit mewed. Rosemary was casting the prey longing glances, as Shellkit happily padded over to it and ate the scraps. He began to clean himself, and Rosekit looked at herself. Her pelt was ruffled and blood stained her whiskers. How was she going to balance and clean at the same time? Padding over to where Shellkit was cleaning, she pressed her pelt against him and used him for as much balance as possible.

She gingerly held up a paw, and swiped it over her whiskers. Shellkit didn't seem to mind her, and kept cleaning himself. She kept giving Rosemary uneasy glances, her dark amber eyes focused on the snow in front of her. Rosekit closed her eyes and slumped down, her legs sprawled out messily. She didn't care about how she slept, she was just tired.

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She woke up and saw Siren slowly cleaning her. Shellkit seemed to be ready to pounce on Rosemary's tail, but she whipped her head around and slapped his face with a paw and made him fall over. "You're too loud when you stalk. Keep your tail down. I can see it from a mile away you fluffy monster." She muttered, and Shellkit seemed a bit sad.

"Okay, it is time to go. Rosemary, you can carry Rosekit this time." Siren nodded and went to grab Shellkit. Shellkit pressed a paw on her nose and she wrinkled it, swatting his paw away.

"I think I am perfectly capable to walk by myself!" Shellkit protested, and ran around. "Look! See, I can walk."

Siren rolled her eyes. "Okay, but if you get tired while we're going home you are dragging yourself little difficult." She teased, and pushed her way out of the bushes. Rosemary scoffed and picked up Rosekit, padding out. Shellkit burst out, a dead leaf caught in his fur. He didn't care that it was in there. The branches of the bush scratched his pelt and he felt a bit of blood come from the broken skin, but he shook his head and ran after his friends. His paws flew out underneath himself with each bound, his tail straight out behind him, the wind in his face.

He knew they were getting close to home. Rosekit's tail was dragging under Rosemary, and he decided he would try to attack her again. He jumped forward and almost landed on her tail, but fell deep into the snow. He would have to hop out to get out. "Help," He whimpered, looking up from the snow he was stuck in. He heard the crunching of snow and amber eyes peered down at him, and it turned out to be Rosemary. The black she-cat's eyes reminded him of those of a fox, they were cunning and daring.

Rosemary grabbed him and put him in front of her, going to pick up Rosekit who was placed down messily in the blinding white snow.

Shellkit realized for the first time he had climbed the hill. Siren nudged him for directions, and he spun around. Where were they? They were obviously close to home, he recognized some of these hills from his run to find Rosekit. He saw the tallest hill far away in the distance, and looked up at Siren.

He recalled his mother telling him that they lived on a smaller hill at the base of the tallest, so if he was ever lost he was to find the tall hill and go toward it to get home. He chirped, "There! By the tall hill that's our home!" Shellkit sped down the hill, skidding when he hit a bit of ice. The ice sloped upwards and he was launched, high, high, into the air.

Snow was stuck in his pads as he was launched through the sky. He was flying! The wind whistled in his ears as he slowly fell to the ground. It looked like such a long way down. He collided into the snow, and disappeared into it, blacking out from the shock.

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Faded talking woke him up. His head spun, and his eyes opened and his world was dizzy. He heard a ringing in his ear, and the voice of one cat. "I-Is he o-okay?" He knew that the cat wasn't stuttering, it was his own head that was playing with his ears. Wincing as harsh light went into his eyes, he closed them shut and felt something hard prod his side. Turning his head, he saw Rosekit with a stick in her jaws, glaring at him.

"You done flying, Birdkit?" She sneered, falling over when she was unbalanced. Siren dived to her side and nudged her up, letting her lean on her flank.

"Rosekit be nice." A creaking noise echoed around the area, and he saw Rosemary padding back and forth a bit farther away. The area was dark, and he was in the only bright spot, aside from some blotchy areas. Dust coated the area and it was in the air, making him sneeze. The ground was filled with holes and it was wooden, rough and rotten.

"We're in a twoleg's nest! Siren found it when we brought you here." Rosekit squealed, and Shellkit opened his mouth slowly. His mouth was dry. Looking at Rosekit in disbelief, he was informed by Siren that it was a abandoned one and that they needed to be careful or they could fall into who knows where.

Shellkit got up and shakily took some steps. A bit of wood broke underneath his paw, and he scrambled back toward Siren. His leg hurt a lot, and he groaned and leaned against Siren. "I wanna go home." He closed his eyes a bit, and Siren picked him up, gesturing for Rosemary to come pick up Rosekit again.

"I really wanna go home. I don't like it out here." He whined, pressing himself against Siren.

"I know, hush little one. Don't fret. We'll be there soon. But first, eat some of this rat." She put him down and he wrinkled his nose up at it.

"We're not supposed to eat rats!" He complained, and Rosekit nodded.

"I ate some and it was kinda dry. I forgot we weren't supposed to!" Rosekit gasped.

"You can tell if a rat is good for eating or not by body shape, fur length and cleanliness, how scared it is of you. If none of these fit the description, then don't eat it and flee. It most likely has spontaneous bite." Siren explained, taking a quick bite from the fat rat. It looked so good.

"Oh!" Shellkit exclaimed, and dove into it. It was indeed dry, but it held the tiniest bit of flavor nonetheless. His stomach ached from not eating properly, and this was good prey. He wasn't very used to eating solid food yet, but he didn't care. He was hungry. After finishing the rest of the rat, he realized for the first time that Rosemary was gone. Looking at Siren sideways, she flicked her tail toward a hole in the twoleg nest's wall. She probably went hunting for more rats.

"Rosekit want to play with me? We can have fun like we always do!" His haunches waggled and then his leg gave out underneath himself, sending him falling over on his side. "Ow."

Rosekit looked at the ground longingly. She was laying on something soft that twolegs always had on them, and her eyes were glazed over with regret and sadness. She flipped over and curled her tail around her body, her eyes shut tight. Shellkit opened his mouth a bit, and realized that she couldn't play. Feeling guilty for his words, he looked up at Siren who was by his side. She wrapped her tail around Shellkit.

"I'll be back soon. Look after Rosekit." She walked out of the den and Shellkit made room next to Rosekit, and looked at the brown patched kit.

"I'm sorry." Shellkit mewed. The tiniest twitch of her tail dismissed him, and didn't look at him. He began to groom her pelt and she flinched, lifting her head and looking at him, and then looked away. She probably wasn't in the mood to fight.

While grooming Rosekit, he heard a 'caw' and turned his head when a large black crow flew into the area. It ran at him with its wings spread out wide, making it look menacing. A group of them followed through the hole in the top of the place. Rosekit gasped and her eyes flew open, and she shrunk back in the twoleg coverings. Shellkit puffed himself up, making him look even bigger than he did normally, his blue eyes twinkling with fear and the will to protect his friend. Unsheathing his small claws and baring his teeth, he lunged at the nearest crow, the first one to threaten him and began clawing it.

The other crow joined in on the fight, pecking at Shellkit and hurting him. One of them flew out and grabbed a small pebble, and let it fall on his head. He hissed at it, and squealed when he was covered in crows. Cowering underneath the crows and still aimlessly clawing at the wave of black feathers, he saw some of them clear and heard a hissing sound. One crow dove straight for his eye, but he grabbed its beak in his jaws. The crow lifted him up a bit and tried to screech, but it couldn't open its beak to let out the annoying noise.

Shellkit was panicking. Siren and Rosemary were busy fighting about five crows each, and he was just with two. The one that he was biting flailed its wings around, and the other pecked his flank furiously. Shellkit looked at his front legs just hanging limply. The thought dawned upon him that he couldn't hold the crow's beak forever, so he jabbed his paw into the crow's neck. It got its beak free and pecked his nose. He shook his head, and hissed and tried to bite its neck, while the other crow pulled his tail backward and tried dragging him across the splintery floor.

He got a good hold on the crow that pecked his nose. While pushing down on its back, trying to make it fall, it called for help, but Shellkit shook it up when he bit into it harder. He noticed that Rosekit was clawing at the crow's back too. He sunk his claws into the crow's wings and pulled backwards, ripping out a chunk of its neck and eating it. He got a few feathers in his mouth and spat them out. The crow fell to the ground with one more breathless squeak, and he bravely turned around and attacked the annoying crow who was dragging him.

"Get that stupid crow, Shellkit!" Rosekit called, pushing herself up. Shellkit looked at her and nodded, and then tumbled over when the crow headbutted him. It bit his ear and stood on his stomach. The crow cawed and then jumped, and suddenly, the floor underneath Shellkit broke, and he yowled while he started to fall with the crow in his arms. While waiting for his skull to smash against the bottom of the dark abyss, something grabbed onto his tail and yanked on it. He tried to look up but he couldn't. He felt so weak. His legs flailed and he mewed like a tiny kit, although he still was. The crow thrashed in his grip, and Shellkit grabbed onto its head to shut it up.

The crow's head twisted and turned, and it was still cawing. Shellkit tightened his grip on its head, and wrenched his eyes shut trying to break it. The crow stopped moving after a while, and it fell against him. He held the dead creature in his jaws, and gulped as he was slowly pulled up by something.

The swinging movement made him want to barf. Just as he could feel the vile substances climbing the back of his small throat, his stomach scratched against the wood and he was pulled onto solid ground. Swallowing the bile in his throat, he looked over and saw Rosekit heaving heavily, her legs wobbling underneath herself. He couldn't believe it, she was standing! He turned around and saw that Siren and Rosemary only had about three crows left to fight. He dropped his and charged into battle. Who knew crows could put up such a fight?

He reminded himself he would need to thank Rosekit later. Now she just stared at him as he charged into the black swirling mass of feathers, clawing at whatever he could. He accidentally scratched Rosemary because she glared at him. She managed to kill two more crows and then jumped in to fight with Siren. Shellkit let out a squeal and ran toward Rosekit's nest, and plopped into it, blood trickling from a few scratches on his body. Rosekit placed a paw on his flank and leaned against him for balance. He whined as every part of him stung, his eyes, his mouth, his belly.

He really just wanted to leave! He could see that the sun was setting now. Glancing up at the blood red sky, he looked away and licked Rosekit. "Thank you for saving my life." He said quietly, watching as Siren and Rosemary killed off the last of the crows. Rosekit shrugged.

"Don't mention it. You did the same to me."

He closed his eyes and Rosekit curled up next to his belly. She took out the splinters of wood that got caught on his stomach when she pulled him up, and spat them out. She licked every scratch on his body, and limped off and got some cobwebs and placed them on the bigger ones. She explained that cobwebs were used to stop bleeding, and he thought they were working. Pain and fear gripped his heart. It seemed as only moments ago he was dangling by his tail over a scary abyss, while a crow behaved wildly in his arms. But he killed two crows and he was only two moons! He felt a bit of pride swimming inside of himself.

He was hungry now, and tired. He opened his eyes once more to look at Rosekit, and she wiggled her bright pink nose at him. He wiggled his own back, and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep.

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His heavy sleep was lifted by the smell of prey. He got up and looked around. The lifeless bodies of crows were in a pile! Siren and Rosemary were sharing one and Rosekit was decorating her fur with them. She tucked them into her pelt, and Rosemary looked at her curiously. He knew that she didn't like Rosekit, but was that- was that amusement dancing in her sparkling flaming orbs?

During the fight he forgot all about his leg. Limping toward the prey, he grabbed a crow and began to eat it. He thought he really was going to start hating them, because they had nearly killed him. He scoffed and looked at Rosekit who was almost completely covered in feathers. "Y'know, if you keep putting those in your fur you will become one." Shellkit said ominously, his tail lashing for effect. Rosekit's jaws were open and filled with feathers, and her eyes flicked up to him and spat them out. Shellkit watched as they slowly fell to the ground.

"If you keep being grouchy you'll become her," She twitched her ear and flicked her tail toward Rosemary and she hissed at her. Siren swatted at Rosemary's ear and pushed her head down, and Rosemary looked at her angrily. Shellkit grabbed the tails of two crows and started to walk away. Rosekit did the same.

"I think we should start going. We all had a good sleep and now it is time to go and drop these kits off." Rosemary said thoughtfully, and got up. She grabbed Shellkit and began to walk toward the twoleg entrance. Siren grabbed Rosekit and one by one the feathers fell out. They walked out into the cold, and Shellkit shivered. He hadn't been out in the snow for at least a day now. He didn't know where they were, but Rosemary and Siren seemed to know what they were doing. They were in a forest, and Shellkit was sure he didn't live near any. As they were walking, he saw that Rosemary was becoming slower, but he didn't know why. Was he too heavy? The crows he was holding sure were.

Shellkit inhaled when they left the strange forest. They were now in his territory! He could see the sun was beginning to rise above the hills. It seemed to get caught on the tallest one. The tallest one wasn't too far away; and Siren began to speed up, careful not to step on the crows that were dragging in the snow.

His eyes widened when he saw a patrol walking by. It was made up of Largepaw, Blackwind, Archpaw and Weaselmask. Siren and Rosemary stopped. "Who are they?" Rosemary asked. Shellkit's heart raced a mile a minute looking at them.

"My clanmates! They are part of my clan. Largepaw! Blackwind! Weaselmask! Archpaw!" He screeched at the top of his lungs. The patrol turned their heads and they ran at full speed toward the four cats.

"Shellkit and Rosepaw!" Weaselmask said, a bit out of breath. She gently grabbed Shellkit from Rosemary's jaws, and Blackwind walked up to her with a nervous look.

"Who are you two?" He asked. Blackwind looked from she-cat to she-cat, and Rosemary scoffed.

"I'm Rosemary, and this is Siren. We're here to return your little devils back to you. I'm quite ashamed you didn't go looking for them? Shouldn't you have guards up or something? You let two precious bundles run out of camp like there was no tomorrow. Quite a blunder if you ask me, don't you think?" She said, and Blackwind opened his mouth. He seemed he was at a loss for words.

"I-I... Our patrol was just about to look for them. I think you two should leave. Especially the kittypet." Blackwind sneered, and glared at Siren.

"Oh I'm not a kittypet anymore. More like, I'm not sure? What do you cats call a random wild outsider?" She asked, and Shellkit piped up before she could speak.

"Loners or rogues, you are a loner!" He said, and Blackwind looked at him suspiciously.

"State your names." Weaselmask said, stepping in front of Blackwind.

"I am Rosemary and this is Siren. Now, it'd be rude to go without you telling me your name, wouldn't it be?" Rosemary said, sitting down in the snow.

"Shut your trap, by your size you're about nine moons. You don't need to be talking all big when you're just an apprentice." Weaselmask countered, and Rosemary didn't speak, just kept her ears pinned to her head. She was kind of small. Maybe she was nine moons?

"We can escort you off the territory if you'd like." Weaselmask asked, pawing the snow a bit. Rosemary shook her head.

"Won't be needed. I have come to offer my services to your clan, as a reward for returning your kits." Rosemary said, as if she could act so entitled! She was hardly older than him.

"Our leader will have to see about that. What about you?" Weaselmask directed her attention toward Siren as she had already started to head back toward the direction of the old twoleg nest.

"I'm going to my new home," She simply said, beginning to go again. New home? He wanted her to stay!

"Where would that be?" Weaselmask's voice hinted the faintest trace of hostility, her tail twitching slightly.

"A twoleg nest far away. Don't worry about me." She sighed.

"Largepaw, Archpaw, Blackwind, escort her. We don't need trespassers on our territory during times like these." She gestured with her head for them to leave, and they nodded and shot off. Weaselmask guided them with her tail and Rosemary looked at her with disgust.

"Aunt Weaselmask, can you carry these crows for me? They are making me tired." Shellkit mewed, and Rosekit nodded as well and they dropped their prey.

Shellkit would have to walk home now because Weaselmask would be carrying prey, and Rosemary needed to carry Rosekit.

"Sure, darling." She said sweetly and grabbed all four crows by their tails and started to walk up the hill into camp. Shellkit quickly followed after her, having trouble with the footing on the hill. He felt something nudge his behind up a bit and realized it was Rosemary helping him.

"Thank you," He said, and scrambled into camp. Immediately all the cats turned to face him. He looked around happily. He was home! He bounced around in the snow and then saw Nightpaw rush past him and toward Rosemary.

"Blackwind! You're home- wait a second, you're not Blackwind. Who are you?" She hissed, and dropped Rosekit on the ground. Rosemary's pelt bristled defensively, and Weaselmask placed her tail across Nightpaw's shoulder.

"This is Rosemary. Now why don't you go do something productive?" Weaselmask said, dismissing the night black apprentice. Nightpaw scoffed and padded away, out of camp.

He heard something from in the nursery. "What's going on?" The voice asked, and he saw a dark grey she-cat come out and stare at him. "Shellkit! My precious kit is back!" She lunged at him and began to furiously give him licks. Boulderheart spun him around so he would face her, and tilted her head happily.

"I'm so glad you're safe. Britzle! Rosekit is here too!" Boulderheart called, and Britzle was out by her side in a heartbeat, her eyes scanning for Rosekit.

"Rosekit!" She squealed, and ran over to her and grabbed her.

Boulderheart's happy expression darkened and she swatted Shellkit over the back of his head. "Mother!" He complained, and Boulderheart's shoulder drooped.

"You had me worried for ages. Wolfkit! You can come out too." She said, and the small grey kit padded out stiffly. She looked at Shellkit and pounced on him, nipping his scruff.

"Shellkit! Where were you?" She said, her eyes worried. Shellkit went to explain but he saw Breezekit and Tearkit leave the den, and rush over to Rosekit. They nervously talked with her, and Britzle screeched in shock.

"Rockpaw! Woodline! Come now!" She yowled, and the two sped out of their dens. They stared at Rosekit and quickly talked to each other, and Woodline's eyes held worry and disappointment.

"Bring her to the den." Woodline said, and began to limp toward his den. He coughed loudly, and stopped for a bit, but kept going.

Rosekit was picked up and slowly brought into Woodline's den. Boulderheart was busy looking Shellkit over, and picked him up.

"Mother where am I going?" He asked, swinging in her jaws. In only a few seconds, he was next to Rosekit in Woodline's den.

"He has a lot of cuts. You have a lot of explaining to do later, you two. Just remember that." Boulderheart said, and licked them both. She went to leave but Woodline called to her.

"Make sure to tell a warrior to keep Britzle out. It won't be healthy for her to see her kit right now. Rockpaw! Cut off those weird cobwebs from Rosekit, please." He said, examining her from afar.

Shellkit winced at the smell of sickness in the den. It seemed to mostly come from Woodline. The tom looked very out of it. He was having trouble walking. Woodline noticed him and blinked at him, and then grabbed some herbs and began to apply them to him.

He hated herbs. He hated the smell of them too! It absolutely bugged him. He shrugged it off and then looked at Woodline as he limped over to his nest and sat down. "Don't lick them off." He said, and yawned loudly, curling up and falling asleep. Rockpaw looked even stronger than the last time he had seen him, and he hadn't really seen him much. He looked muscular even though he had an old mentor and Woodline most likely didn't know any fighting moves, but they had the same mother and she was strong. He admired his brother as Rockpaw tended to Rosekit.

Shellkit's ears flicked when he heard something interesting outside. "Who caught these crows? Look! This one looks like a kit killed it." A familiar voice spoke, and he immediately recognized the voice. It was Curlfur! He got up and went to walk away and Rockpaw stared at him for a moment.

"Can I go?" He asked. He really wanted to see his father.

"Yeah, sure. But don't leave the camp." Rockpaw said, and began helping Rosekit again.

Curlfur was picking the feathers off the crow. Longriver, Rosekit's father, was helping him and talking quietly to him. He pranced over to Curlfur, and blinked up at him. "Father! I'm back, are you happy?" Shellkit asked, and Curlfur just glared at him. Why though? Maybe because he left camp but he didn't need to look at him like he killed everyone.

Shellkit's ears swivled when he heard Curlfur murmur. "Stupid kit, who does he think he is? Running out of camp like that?" Longriver shouldered Curlfur and looked at Shellkit with an apologetic look. Shellkit's heart sank, and spoke again.

"Are you happy that I am back?" He asked, and Curlfur snapped at him.

"Get to the nursery!"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Go now!" He yowled, and Shellkit flinched. He quickly ran into the nursery and through the wall. Britzle was pacing around, and looked at Shellkit.

"Is Rosekit alright?" She breathed, her eyes filled with anxiety. Shellkit nodded and sat down next to his sleeping mother. Why was Curlfur acting like this?

He never was around usually, and when he was, he completely ignored him. Not as much as Wolfkit, which made him wonder. Breezekit padded over to Shellkit and placed a paw on his shoulder and spoke softly. "How was your day? Did you have fun being out in the wild?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Tearpaw and Wolfkit were having their famous debates; who would become a deputy or leader first? He watched Wolfkit quietly, and then he snapped his eyes back to Breezekit when she nipped him.

"I-It was alright. I got hurt and I caught a crow!" He said, and looked at her happily. The puffy sweet she-kit purred at him and headbutted him happily.

"I'm sorry. Also, I'm glad you're back! And no way you caught a crow. C'mon, let's go bother Wolfie and Tear." She said, and got up and padded slowly over to the two kits. Did he really have time to gossip? Ignoring his thoughts that swept back into his head about his hostile father, he sat down next to the three kits and Wolfkit ran over to him and plopped down next to him, leaning against him. She rubbed her head on his shoulder, and sighed.

"I was so mad at you! It isn't fair that you got to go out." She pouted, her blue eyes shining with curiosity and anger. He licked his sister's head, and got more comfortable. Tearkit was staring at them with a confused expression. His eyes got dark and he looked at the ground.

"Me and Wolfkit are discussing the deputy rank. When Weaselmask retires or dies, someone will have to take that rank. And I think that it'd be me. Definitely not Breezekit though, she's too soft." He jeered, and Breezekit growled at him, and flashed him a look.

"No way! You'd probably lead the clan down a hill and have trouble getting out." Wolfkit retorted, and scoffed at Tearkit. Tearkit's eyes lit up with amusement, and he tilted his head.

"What's wrong, little kit? Are you angry because of the truth?" He mewed, flicking Wolfkit's nose with his white tail-tip. Wolfkit bit it and Tearkit jumped.

"Poor Rosekit. She's..." Breezekit mewed, and Shellkit's heart sunk again. His friend lost another leg! Wolfkit seemed to notice his upset expression and tried to cheer him up by wrapping her long slender tail around him. Shellkit felt a bit better, but he wanted to see Rosekit again. But he also felt tired. He closed his eyes, and slowly drifted to sleep despite the constant from insults fired from one kit to another.

Heyyyy guys! I got a question for you.

When do you think I should end this book and start the next book? I think quite soon, because I got many things planned for that book. Also, tell me why you think Curlfur is acting up around his own kits? A bit rude if you ask me, but I'm the one writing it so you may find out quickly or not. Anyway, bye guys! I love you all and thanks for the immense support you have all bestowed to me.

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