A white figure ran across a clearing in the forest. It's green eyes looked around warily. Without warning the car leaped into a bush near by. Inside the bush were three little kits. One was completely white, one was completely black and the smallest was black with a white stomach. The white she-cat licked her kits to keep them warm. A yowl arose from the forest surrounding her. Her eyes clouded with fear. She peered out into the clearing and saw another cat walk into view.
The handsome tom walked into the middle of the clearing. He had a thick grey pelt, white stripes and powerful, strong looking shoulders. He lifted his nose to the crisp night air. The white she-cat shut her eyes as if preying. After a moment, the tom narrowed his eyes and looked in her direction.
"Whitemist, I know you're there." He meowed, keeping his voice steady. "There isn't any point in hiding." She poked her head out a little.
"Are you alone?" whispered Whitemist. The tom looked around and nodded. Whitemist took a step into the clearing.
"Snowstripe please go." She shook. "I'm just hunting." He narrowed his eyes even more.
"I know about the kits Whitemist." He growled. "You broke the warriors code. Medicine cat aren't suppose to have kits."
"Oh Snowstripe please don't tell anyone. I beg of you." She whimpered. Snowstripe sneered.
"There will be no need to tell anyone." Meowed Snowstripe, Whitemist looked relieved. "Because there will be no kits after tonight." The medicine cats smile faded and her eyes clouded with fear once more.
"Oh no please Snowstripe. Please don't harm them I beg of you. Please!" she cried. Snowstripe's eyes flashed with amusement.
"You broke the warrior code and now you must be punished." He snarled. "And by that your kits must die." Whitemist's tail drooped.
"But it's not my kits fault that I broke the code." She meowed through gritted teeth. "Why should they have to pay? Kill me instead." Her voice shook. Snowstripe laughed.
"But than that won't be a punishment for you because you will be dead!" he said. "You should have to live in watching your kits die." Whitemist's eyes unclouded and she stepped infront of the bush where her sleeping kits lay.
"You will not harm my kits until I am out of the way." She meowed. Snowstripe grinned.
"Gladly." He meowed. "I have waited to kill you for years. I always wanted to be medicine cat. But instead you picked that stupid furball Nightsmoke!" without another word he pounced on her. Whitemist yowled and started kicking Snowstripe's stomach with her back legs.
The two cats rolled across the clearing, soon to find a large rock. They stood up and Snowstripe smashed Whitemist into the stone.
Her view turned black.
The three small kits sat close together. They were listening to the fighting outside. All of a sudden it went silent after a smash. The little black and white kit meowed.
"Frostkit? Smokekit?" he asked. "Whazz appenin' out dair?" Smokekit looked at his brother and sister.
"I don't Twisterkit." He whispered. "But I tink we should be quiet." Twisterkit nodded and ran his paw over his mouth. He lifted his little nose up and sniffed the air. Nothing.
Twisterkit sniffed again. But, this time an unfamiliar smell drifted into his nose. A dry twig snapped from somewhere out of the bush.
"Guys? I tink we should go hide some wheres." Mewed Twisterkit. Frostkit shook her head.
"Mommy said to stay 'ere." She said stomping her little paw. Twisterkit narrowed his tiny green eyes.
"But there's something strange going on and I'm scared." He whispered. "So I'm going to hide." Smokekit rolled his eyes.
"Whatever Twisterkit but mommy's gonna be mad." He mewed and curled up into a little ball. Twisterkit stumbled out of the back of the bush.
It was quiet but on the other side of the prickly bush, another cat prowled closer and closer to it. Twisterkit stumbled up to a tree and looked at it up and down and back at his little paws. He unsheathed his claws and tried climbing the tree. A rustle behind him, in the bush made him stop. Nothing happened. So he kept working on the tree.
A squeal flew through the night air and into Twisterkit's ear. He looked into the direction of the bush. It rustled madly.
"Ah!" came Frostkit's voice. Twisterkit's eyes widened with fear. He kicked his legs madly at the tree. Yes! He was climbing the tree quickly. Soon he reached a high branch and scrambled onto it. Another wail came from the thorn bush. Now he could here the voices clearly.
"Your not our mother." Mewed Smokekit. A second later Smokekit wailed. Frostkit screamed. The little white she-kit stumbled into the clearing and ran out towards the trees. But she couldn't run fast enough. A grey tom with white stripes ran after her and grabbed her by the scruff. He set her down and stood on her tail.
"Why are you after us." She wailed at him.
"You know why you kits must die? Because your mother is a medicine cat and she's not suppose to have kits. It's your mother's punishment." Frostkit shot a glance at the lump of fur by the rock.
"You may die or since you are such a pretty little kit, may live and never mention a word about your one brother." Frostkit spotted Twisterkit in the tree and said in her mind that she wouldn't tell about Twisterkit.
"And if you do let your tongue slip." Said the grey cat. He finished his sentence with his claw rubbing against his throat. "dead." Frostkit gulped and nodded.
"Come on…" snarled Snowstripe. "We must hide your scent. I will take you back to LightningClan." Snowstripe grabbed her before she could cry for help and ran into the distance.
The only thing Twisterkit could hear after that was the chirping of a cricket down below.