Challenge for StormClan! It was fun to write, but I think I could have done better.

Kidnapped

"What's going on?"

"HawkClan's attacking!"

"What?!"

A small kit blinked from sleep as voices pummeled his ears causing him to flinch as the air twitched uneasily around him.

"Guard the nursery!"

"I'm trying!"

The kit felt, rather than saw, shadows encase him as a burly white tom entered the entrance to the nursery, his paws and muzzle bathed in blood, a twisted fang emerging from his growl like a jagged rock.

"Who are you?" the kit mewed, his voice small in the crescendoing chaos.

"I've come to take you home," his voice was a snarl, but it was loving all the same.

"Home? This is my home," the kit turned, his eyes open yet sightless as he stared blankly at the frosty tom. The tom only snorted in disgust, before digging his fangs into the kits scruff.

"What are you doing?" the kit cried, feeling the jagged tooth pierce his fur as the acrid stench of blood washed over his nostrils. The kit felt hot breath on his ears and warm liquid that trickled over his fur, creeping along like a withered spider. "Momma!" he wailed, fear trickling down his fur like the warm blood that pulled on the ground.

Without warning the kit was roughly thrown to the cold, snow-racked ground. He scrambled to his feet, sightless eyes glancing wildly around as he tried to discern what was going on. I smell… I smell mom! He thought as warm fur brushed against his, Mom, you've come! Please, you can't leave me! You promised you'd protect me forever! Wait, mom, what's going on? I can hear you fighting with that jagged-toothed cat, are you ok? There's blood dripping down your side- I can smell it. Don't worry. I believe in you. Is he gone now? I can hear the blows have ceased. Mom, why haven't you come back to me? If you had one the fight you would be here now! Mom! He's come back, that jagged tooth is digging into my fur again. His muzzle is sticky with the fresh scent of blood. Is that your blood? Where have you gone? Oh, mom, the smells of our camp are disintegrating, the air is fresh with strange scents as it batters my side. I'm scared, mom. You said you'd protect me in this world, where are you now? If you were alive I would be able to heal your desperate wail…

Mom, I can touch ground again. It's not soft and earthy like we used to know. Oh, and I can feel the tom's gaze boring into my back. He's noticed, mom. Noticed I'm sightless. I'm scared, mom. I yearn to smell your scent again, to hear your muffled purrs. You said you'd be with me forever…

Mom, it hurts! His jagged tooth is ripping at my side, I can feel my own blood pooling at my paws. I want to fight him, mom, but my paws keep landing in air. I'm falling now, crashing to the ground. It's becoming hard to breathe. Mom, are you watching me? I don't think I can take it anymore…

Is that your scent, mom? Are you here? I can feel your pelt rubbing against mine, hear your muffled purrs of delight. But they seem tinged with sadness, mom. What happened? My body no longer aches in pain, it's becoming easier to breath, the ground is soft beneath my paws once more. I'm happy to be with you again, mom.