New chapter!
I wrote this chapter on my phone so it might be a little rough.
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"Intruder!" hissed Tigerheart.
Lionstar looked up, his fur bristling. An intruder? In camp?
Warriors turned, bristling and their long claws sliding out.
A tiny black kit stood frozen at the fresh kill pile, a mouse dangling from its mouth.
"It's a kit!" exclaimed Starlingpaw.
Wondering if it was the kit from before, Lionstar scented the air and realized that the milky scent belonged to the kit.
The black kit's fur was fluffed up, her soft amber eyes wide. She was clearly very frightened.
"Calm down, mousebrains," snapped Heathertail. "You're scaring the poor thing."
She slowly padded towards the kit, careful to keep her fur down.
"It's okay, little one," she mewed softly. "We won't hurt you."
Lionstar held in his breath. Would his mate be able to calm down the frightened kit?
Heathertail crept closer to the trembling kit. "What's your name?"
The black kit stared at her for a heartbeat, then suddenly lashed out with her claws, causing Heathertail's nose to split open. Heathertail jumped away with a loud screech, shaking blood away from her eyes.
At that moment, the kit whirled around and ran out of the camp with the mouse as fast as her little legs could carry her.
"Tigerheart, Littleflower, Dovesong, Robinfire! Go after her!" yowled Lionstar.
The four cats ran out the camp, in pursuit of the kit.
Lionstar ran over to Heathertail who was being treated by Jayfeather. "Are you alright?" he mewed anxiously.
Heathertail nodded. "Fast little kit, isn't she?"
Lionstar knew that the kit had attacked because it had been frightened but he still couldn't help but be angry at it for hurting Heathertail.
His mate seemed to know what he was thinking. "I'm fine. Honestly. Thanks Jayfeather, that feels much better now" she mewed, glancing down at her nose, which had marigold and cobwebs stuck on it. "Kind of hard to breathe though."
"I wonder why the kit was alone," meowed Jayfeather as he wrapped the remaining marigold in a leaf. "It didn't look older than two moons."
"Maybe its mother died," mewed Heathertail sympathetically.
Lionstar blinked. That must have been why the kit was wandering around Clan territory. Even a loner or rogue knew that the boundary lines were something to steer clear of. If it had no mother, the she-kit probably had no idea what a boundary line even was.
"The little kit must have been starving," mewed Heathertail.
Jayfeather shook his head. "But the kit had milk scent on it."
Lionstar nodded. "And it didn't look like it was starving either."
"If the kit has a mother, then why was it stealing from us?" asked Heathertail, her blue eyes clouded with confusion. "Perhaps the mother is sick and she's trying to feed herself by eating fresh-kill. I wonder if she can hunt."
Jayfeather shook his head again. "I felt the cut on your nose, Heathertail. That kit's claws are so small, the prey would have gotten away or would have been mashed to pulp by the time she made a killing blow."
"Then has she been stealing prey from us?" Lionstar asked with disbelief. Surely StormClan would have noticed.
Jayfeather shrugged. "You'll have the chance to ask her all that when the patrol brings her back. We have Dovesong and Robinfire. Dovesong can see wherever that kit goes with her power and even if we didn't have Dovesong, we would have Robinfire and she's the best tracker in our Clan."
Lionstar had to agree with his brother. There was no way a cat couldn't be found if Dovesong and Robinfire were searching for it.
"They're back!" yowled Pinefall who was standing guard by the Clan entrance.
Lionstar whirled around, ready with the questions he wanted to ask the kit.
He was surprised when only Tigerheart, Littleflower, Dovesong, and Robinfire returned with sheepish expressions and numerous little cuts on their pelts.
"Where's the kit?" he demanded.
"Sorry Lionstar," mewed Tigerheart. "Littleflower caught her by the river and we were bringing her back but she bit Littleflower and scratched anyone who got near her."
"Dovesong couldn't find her?" Lionstar asked with disbelief.
The gray she-cat hung her head. "Sorry. She must have hidden somewhere deep or maybe in a cave. You know I can't see that much."
"Robinfire?"
The ginger she-cat hesitated and Lionstar realized she was wondering if she was allowed to speak right after her warrior ceremony.
He waved his tail for her to talk.
"She dropped the mouse by a clump of ferns that I think she rolled in to disguise her scent. After there, I couldn't scent her at all."
Lionstar lashed his tail in frustration. How in the name of StarClan could a kit be so hard to catch?
"We're really sorry," mewed Tigerheart again.
Lionstar shook his head. "It's not your fault. We just underestimated that kit."
Next to him, Heathertail nodded. "We'll find that kit."
"I bet that I could have found that kit," boasted a loud voice.
The warriors turned to see Lionstar's son, Thunderpaw, licking his paw with a smug expression.
"Our best trackers couldn't find her," meowed Windpaw to his brother with an exasperated look. "What makes you so sure that you're better than them?"
Thunderpaw swiped half-heartedly at his brother. "Because."
Lionstar rolled his eyes. As much as he loved his kit, Thunderpaw was extremely annoying sometimes.
"From now on, if any cat finds that kit, use all means to catch her. We can't have that kit wandering around our territory. It's much too dangerous for the kit," meowed Lionstar. "Do not frighten her. We saw what happened when that happens."
His warriors nodded and went back to regular camp duties.
Lionstar let out a soft groan. What was he going to do about this kit?
Short chappie… Still, I hope you liked it. Review! holds out "mysterious black kit" plushie for a reviewer