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Chapter 3: WindClan in Danger

Eaglepaw and Waterpaw looked at each other in terror. The last time twolegs were in the forest, the clans had nearby been destroyed! The twolegs had set fire to the forest, captured cats, and paved a new Thunderpath that killed many. Waterpaw's own mother had died on the Thunderpath while Eaglepaw's parents had been captured, never to be seen again.

"What do we do?" Silverkit whimpered, fear welling up in her heart. Though she had never seen a twoleg in her short life, something just told her it was bad.

"We warn the clan," Eaglepaw meowed. "Waterpaw, let's go!"

"Right!" the blue-gray she-cat nodded.

The trio barely took five steps before a loud bang sounded from nearby. Panicking, Eaglepaw took off as if he had wings attached to his paws. Waterpaw ran after him, tightening her grip on Silverkit. She tried to keep up with the golden apprentice but eventually lost sight of him. She could only follow his scent now.

"Eaglepaw!" the she-cat yowled. "Stop! Wait for me!"

There was no reply.

"That stupid mousebrain!" Waterpaw hissed, speeding up. "Eaglepaw!"

A loud bang sounded and pain exploded from Waterpaw's right side. Screeching in pain, the apprentice crumpled to the ground. Silverkit tumbled from her jaws, shaking herself when she successfully stopped. Turning, she watching in horror as red liquid ran from Waterpaw's side. Blood…

"Waterpaw!" Silverkit cried, bounding back to her. "Get up! We have to get the others! Come on, Waterpaw!"

"Silverkit…I…" Waterpaw choked, blood running from her mouth.

"I'll go get help! Stay here!" Silverkit mewed.

"No!" Waterpaw gasped. "Run…just run! Hurry…"

"Huh? No!" Silverkit mewed.

"Silverkit…please! Run…" Waterpaw begged.

"But—"

Silverkit never got to finish. The bushes parted as a strange face peered in. It had fur on the top of its head but not on its face except for a few extremely short whiskers below its nose and on its chin. A strange black and brown stick was held in its paws. Fear suddenly overwhelmed the kit, causing her to back up.

"Twoleg…" the silver tabby she-kit whispered.

"Run…now!" Waterpaw hissed.

Fueled by her fear, Silverkit ran as fast as she could away from the twoleg...leaving Waterpaw behind in the process. The wounded apprentice hissed, fur bristling in warning. The twoleg reached out with one large paw and snagged her by the scruff, picking her up. As it looked her over, it never noticed a pair of angry golden eyes drawing closer to it.

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Oakshadow hurled himself at the fox, sinking his teeth into its shoulder. The vulpine screamed, shaking itself to throw the tom off. Snowtail rammed its chest, flipping the fox on its back. Dewstripes clawed its belly, leaving red lines behind. Oakshadow swatted its ears as it was down, daring it to strike back.

A loud bang caught the cats' attention, allowing the fox to slink away and lick its wounds. Noticing the fox's absence, Oakshadow cursed and made a move to follow it. Dewstripes quickly cut him off, sniffing the air.

"Twolegs," Snowtail reported. "At least three, along with a pair of dogs. They're hunting for something, but what?"

"Who cares? Let's get back!" Oakshadow growled.

"I smell blood!" Dewstripes added quickly. "The blood of a cat. One of the clans must be under attack."

"It's their problem then. I'm leaving." Oakshadow meowed.

"The clans must help each other if we wish to survive, Oakshadow!" Dewstripes cried.

"Did ShadowClan help us by killing Silverfur? No! I'm actually hoping it's them being attacked!" Oakshadow snapped.

"You heartless piece of foxdung!" Dewstripes hissed.

Snowtail quickly got between the two warriors before a fight could break out. "Stop this at once! We have to tell Redstar of the twolegs. If a clan needs help, leave Redstar to decide whether we comply or not. You don't make the rules, Oakshadow. Redstar does!"

"Yeah, yeah," the golden-brown tabby tom growled. "Let's just get a move on."

As the trio of ThunderClan warriors moved, Dewstripes raised her tail to halt them. A crackling in the bushes ahead had caught the she-cat's attention. Falling into a crouch, Dewstripes prowled forward as silently as she could. Getting within range, she prepared to spring.

She never got her chance. A blur of dark brown fur crashed into her, sending both flying. Dewstripes was back on her feet in a heartbeat, pinning the figure to the ground with unmatched speed. The dark brown tabby tom whimpered, golden eyes wide in fear as he struggled beneath her. A familiar scent of rabbit hit her nose.

"WindClan! What are you doing in our territory?" Dewstripes demanded.

"Running!" the WindClan warrior, Bramblethorn, meowed. "Twolegs invaded our territory! They're coming this way!"

"You mousebrain!" Oakshadow yowled. "You led them right to us! I'll kill you!"

"Oakshadow, stop it! WindClan didn't mean to!" Dewstripes meowed.

"Please, help us!" Bramblethorn begged.

"Help yourselves! You're endangering us now!" Oakshadow hissed.

"That's enough!" Dewstripes snapped, glaring at the golden-brown tabby.

"Maybe we should bring him to Redstar," Snowtail meowed.

"I agree," Dewstripes nodded.

"Thank you!" Bramblethorn cried.

"Save your breath! We're doing this to save ourselves, not you!" Oakshadow growled.

Another loud bang in the forest caused all four of the cats to jump. Coming to a silent agreement, Oakshadow quickly led the way toward ThunderClan's camp. Dewstripes and Snowtail kept close to the WindClan warrior, keeping an eye out for twolegs or dogs. They had no idea what was befalling the apprentices and kit they had sent ahead only a short time ago.

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Run! Get away! Hide!

Those were the thoughts racing through Silverkit's head as she ran for her life through the forest. She wondered where Eaglepaw was and if Waterpaw was okay. The worst thing of all was that the she-kit was hopelessly lost! She couldn't find the camp anywhere!

"Oh…" Silverkit looked around. "Where is everyone? Mom! Dad! Help!"

"Hello? Is anyone there?" a voice meowed. "Oh, please! Someone help!"

"Who are you?" Silverkit mewed.

"Mistflower! I'm an elder of WindClan!" the voice replied.

"I'm Silverkit of ThunderClan!" Silverkit mewed, hesitantly padding toward a bush where the voice was coming from. "Are you okay?"

"No! My paws caught in a twoleg trap!" Mistflower meowed. "Can you please fetch help? Hurry, before the twolegs return!"

"I…I can't! I don't know where I am!" Silverkit cried.

"Is anyone with you?" Mistflower asked.

Silverkit pushed her way through the bush and stared in terror. An old pale gray she-cat with blue eyes was lying on her right side on the ground, her right hind leg caught in a strange steel trap with jagged points, almost like teeth. Blood oozed from the wound.

"Oh! You're alone," the gray she-cat, Mistflower, mewed sadly.

"What…is that?" Silverkit asked, unable to tear her eyes away from the trap.

"A twoleg trap used to catch foxes and badgers. We rarely see them in this part of the forest." Mistflower meowed. "Once it snaps shut, you're stuck until a twoleg finds you. I was thinking that if enough cats pitched in, they could pull it open and set me free."

"I'm sorry," Silverkit mewed sadly, ears lowering. "I was with Eaglepaw and Waterpaw, but they're both gone right now."

"I guess I'm stuck then. You must leave before the twolegs come to get me." Mistflower meowed.

"And leave you? No! I want to help!" Silverkit meowed. "…Maybe I can open it!"

"No, don't!" Mistflower cried. "You're too little! You'll get hurt!"

"I have to try!" Silverkit replied, bounding over to the trap. "Let's see…"

Fitting her small white paws in the gaps between the metallic teeth of the trap, Silverkit tugged with all her might. It didn't budge. She tried again and again. It still wouldn't move. But Silverkit refused to give up. Something just told her to help Mistflower, even if she was from another clan.

I've got to help her! If I don't, who knows what those twolegs will do to her! But I'm not…strong enough! Silverkit panted for breath. If only I was bigger…stronger!

A loud bang echoed through the forest, along with the sounds of two dogs howling. Mistflower stared up in terror. Silverkit paused before doubling her efforts, yet the trap didn't give way.

"Get out of here! Now!" Mistflower begged.

"No!" Silverkit argued.

"You'll die!" Mistflower countered.

"I…I don't care! I have to help you!" Silverkit cried. Something swelled up inside of her chest as an old feeling awoke…something from Silverfur's life! "That's what medicine cats do!"

Mistflower just stared at her in shock. Medicine cat? She's too young to be an apprentice! Then why did she…?

The barking grew louder, yet Silverkit continued trying to pull the trap open. Mistflower couldn't get what the kit said out of her head. Both she-cats suddenly froze as the bush rustled. The barking was too far away to be a dog. Could it be a twoleg?

Much to their relief, it wasn't. It was a dark brown she-cat with shredded ears and golden eyes. She looked much older than Mistflower but their scents were similar. The she-cat padded toward them, ears twitching as the barking drew nearer.

"Deadleaf," Mistflower whispered.

The brown she-cat, Deadleaf, turned to look at Silverkit. "You're a fool, thinking you can open that trap by yourself."

"I don't care," Silverkit replied, determination shining in her blue eyes. "I have to try."

"You'll never succeed," Deadleaf meowed, padding back to the bush. With a loud crack, she broke off a branch and padded toward the trap. Shoving one end between the metal teeth, she smiled at Silverkit. "But with two of us, we might stand a chance. Let's get Mistflower out of here!"

Silverkit stared in shock before nodded. Bounding over, she set her paws on the branch and pushed down on it. Deadleaf copied her, pushing down on the branch with all her might. The metallic teeth of the trap slowly began to open and Mistflower gasped, fresh pain shooting up her leg. Then the branch snapped, the trap slamming shut on the pale gray she-cat's leg and making her screech in pain.

"It didn't work!" Silverkit cried.

"Try again!" Deadleaf meowed.

The dark brown she-cat shoved the splintered end of the branch back into the trap, setting her paws on it to push. Silverkit joined her, pushing down on the branch. The trap began to open again, getting wider and wider with each second. Then the branch began to crack, threatening to break a second time.

"Push with all your might!" Deadleaf yowled. "If the branch breaks again, the dogs will be here before we can get her loose! Push, kit, push!"

Press down with all your weight, a gentle voice whispered in Silverkit's ear. Mistflower's life depends on it. Fail and she'll die.

No! Silverkit thought. I won't let her die! I won't!

Pushing down with all the weight the tiny kit could muster, the trap finally opened wide enough for Mistflower to pull her leg out and leap away. The trap snapped shut a second later, breaking the branch. Deadleaf and Silverkit bounded to the injured WindClan elder's side.

"We did it, kit. Mistflower is free," Deadleaf mewed.

A loud bang erupted from nearby, followed by a loud yowl. Silverkit looked up in terror, recognizing the yowl.

"Eaglepaw!" she cried.