Chappie 1!

"Willowkit! Get over here!" Littlekit called happily. Her sister slid in between Blossomkit and the tiny she-kit who had called her. They stared down off of the hill, staring at the vast Twolegplace. The light of the dying sun made Blossomkit's mostly ginger pelt gleam.

"It's big." Willowkit breathed. Blossomkit looked worried.

"Maybe we should get back. They'll notice that we're gone by now." She suggested anxiously. Willowkit laughed.

"Oh, hush up. I told them we were going to be playing hide-and-seek right outside of camp. We'll go in later with some story like, we.. Were taken by rogues! Or Tigerstar, or something." Willowkit said with a grin. Blossomkit sighed softly.

"Both of you, please be quiet. Just watch the sun." Littlekit reprimanded gently, her gaze still fixated on the sunset. As the last beams of light started to fade away, they heard a screech from somewhere behind them.

"Mum?!" The kits clustered together, anxiously glancing around.

"We have to help her!" Willowkit squeaked out, her tail tip trembling. (Try saying that three times fast.) "What can we do? None of us are trained, or very big. We should either hide, or go see what's happening." Littlekit whimpered. Blossomkit nodded, her green eyes gleaming defiantly.

"Let's go! Follow me." The kit raced down the hill, her sisters in pursuit. They neared the clearing where they had lived, to a scene of nightmares. BloodClan had ThunderClan trapped.

"Willowkit, I have an idea. I'm going to go to WindClan and get help. You stay here." Littlekit ordered, before racing off into the forest silently. Willowkit turned her gaze back to the scene before her. On top of the hill, Tigerstar stood, his gaze triumphant. He leapt down and landed in the middle of the clearing, next to a small black cat, at first glance looking like a kit, with a collar of teeth. (Due to all the backlash a single color would get if I typed a color for the collar, I'm just not going to..) Tigerstar barked out an order to the tiny cat. With a cruel laugh, the cat unsheathed his claws. He lashed out towards the large brownish tom, and for a moment, Willowpaw thought he had missed. Then the tom collapsed, and started shaking, blood pouring from his throat.

Willowkit gasped. Her father stared on, shocked. Then BloodClan attacked. After a few minutes of staring at the battle, Blossomkit nudged her.

"Look. Up there." The kit gestured with her tail to a crest where warriors of Windclan were standing. Tallstar flicked his long tail, and the warriors streamed down to help, snarling and snapping at BloodClan. A few minutes later, the battle was almost won. Clan cats outnumbered the attackers, and those remaining ran off as soon as the tiny black tom was killed. Littlekit had rejoined her sisters, and was staring intently at the battle, murmuring herbs under her breath. None of the kits noticed the cats behind them, whispering intently, until they had been picked up by the scruff of their necks. Willowkit fought and kicked.

"Let us go! Our father will find us, and then you'll be in trouble." She threatened. One of the cats smirked, a brown she-cat who wasn't holding a kit. "And who might that father of yours be? Are you Thunderclan or Windclan?" Littlekit kicked Willowkit, hard, but her sister paid me heed.

"I'm ThunderClan. My father is Firestar, and he's going to kick your lousy butts." She hissed. The cats' eyes widened, and the she-cat laughed.

"This is better than we thought. I'll go tell your precious father, alright sweet?" She purred in a sickly sweet tone, before bounding past the tree barrier, so she was plainly able to be seen.

"Firestar! We have taken something dear to you, as you did to us. Or rather, three things."

"Father!" Blossomkit shouted, her squeaky voice carrying down to where the ginger tom sat. He leapt to his feet, and Sandstorm let out a snarl, before sprinting towards the hill. Quick as a flash, the BloodClan cats raced off, separating to make their scent harder to track.

"Let us go!" Littlekit hissed, her eyes alight with fury instead of their usual peppiness. The tom holding her didn't respond. After a while of running, they came to the Twolegplace. The tom bounded over a short brick wall, and landed on the other side. He slid under a large metal fence, and emerged into a camp of sorts. Blood scent was heavy in the air, and injured cats were laying down in random spots in the dank alley. The other cats were waiting for them, and some let out a cheer.

"You were the second to arrive." Said a scarred whitish gray tom. Blade dipped his head respectfully as Blossomkit's guard stepped out of the shadows. A moment later, Willowkit arrived, the cat carrying her with a muzzle stained scarlet with blood.

"This one's a feisty thing. Ruthless, too. What did you want to do with them, Bone?"

"First, take them to the Hole. Leave someone there to guard them. I will explain everything tonight." The cas nodded, and the kits were dropped in a pit with steep sides.

"Fang, you're guarding them! Don't let the kits escape." A gray tom nodded, and sat next to the pit while Bone ushered the cats who had captured the kits into his den.

"So, your name is Fang?" Littlekit asked. The tom peeked over the side.

"That's correct."

"And this is BloodClan?"

"Also correct. My, you sure are curious."

"Thanks. Do you know what the plans for us are?"

"No, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell you. My turn to ask questions. Why are you here?"

Littlekit laughed. "Because you all captured us, silly!"

Fang sighed, "What are your names? Why are you important?"

Littlekit sighed. "I'm Littlekit. These are my sisters. We're important because of our father, Firestar. He's the leader." Fang snarled.

"Littlekit? What kind of a kittypet name is that? And Firestar. What a softie."

Littlekit bristled indignantly, and let out a hiss of her own. "Please do not insult my father, or my name." She liked her father. Fang laughed barkingly, and Littlekit leapt through the air with no warning, claws unsheathed. She slashed his paw, and then twisted in midair, landing again. Her sisters gasped, after being silent for the entire exchange. Fang stared down at the kit and laughed hysterically. After he had laughed for a few straight minutes, he licked his paw.

"I think you kits will fit right in here. That is, if you're allowed to live."

So..? Any suggestions, ideas, comments, etc are all welcome! This is my first chapter… I hope you enjoyed. Anyway, reviews will be responded to at the start of each chapter. Oh, and credit where it is due. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! It helps with motivation, etc. Thanks as always, and had a good day/night. Stay inside, stay safe. COVID-19 is not a joke. Even if you're not in an area with a lot of cases, wash your hands, stay 6 feet away, etc. Okay, I'm going to cut off my rant there, and have someone say the disclaimer, because I'm too lazy to do it myself.

Dawny: Willowkit, can you say the disclaimer for me?

Willowkit: *scowls* Why should I?

Dawny: *glares* Because I have ultimate power over this story, and can easily kill you off.

Willowkit: *whimpers* DawnFrostofThunderClan74 does not own Warrior Cats, and does not claim to. She only has claim over her OCs. If she did own Warriors, she would be 7 people, and have a lot more time to write. :D

Anyways, bye for now!

~Dawny