Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.

This chapter is kind of short, at least compared to my usual chapter lengths, but I felt like it needed a cliffhanger.

Chapter Two

~ Stolen~

Razorkit's ears twitched and he mumbled sleepily, trying to block out the sudden noise that threatened to wake him from his peaceful slumber. He was having a great dream about becoming an apprentice of WindClan, with Rushstar as his mentor.

"Razorkit, wake up!" his mother's urgent mew in his ear made his eyes snap open in alarm.

"Hazelmist? What's wrong?" Razorkit asked, feeling the fur on the back of his neck stand on end when he saw her eyes were wide with fear.

"The other Clans are attacking us!" Dazekit yelped as Hazelmist pulled him away from the entrance to the nursery by his tail. Razorkit pricked his ears and sure enough, hissing and yowling and growling and cries of pain along with dull thuds and warning snarls met his ears. It was the sound of battle.

"I wanna see," Sandykit and Spotkit were trying to peer around their mother, Goldenwind, who stood firmly in the entrance to the nursery snarling ferociously at any warrior who dared go near her.

"No you don't," Heathermist told Sandykit sharply, nudging her back to her nest along with Spotkit. Her own kit was nestled close to her, his fur all standing on end so he looked like a ball of fluff. Razorkit wondered why Sandykit didn't remark on this as she usually would, but then he realised Hollowkit was terrified and even Sandykit wasn't that mean to tease him in his current state. Or maybe she was just too caught up in the battle outside.

"Kits, I need you to listen carefully," Hazelmist's voice brought Razorkit's attention back to her. Leafkit and Dazekit joined their brother and they stared up at the pale brown queen expectantly. A pained shriek from just outside the nursery made Leafkit flinch and press herself into Razorkit in fright.

Hazelmist sighed. "You must all promise me not to leave the nursery, whatever happens. If..." Hazelmist blinked a couple of times. "If a warrior breaks in here, stay behind me. Do not, I repeat, do not move from the nursery. All three Clans are attacking us for no apparent reason, and our Clan was not prepared. We're lucky the nursery is an inside den unlike the warrior and apprentice dens because it's easier to defend," she told them, fixing each of her kits with a strong gaze swimming with emotion.

Suddenly, a warrior covered in blood with wild eyes and several clumps of fur hanging off his pelt burst into the nursery. Both Hazelmist and Heathermist bounded forward at the same time, snarling, only to fall back when they recognised Nightgleam. He was panting heavily and took a moment to catch his breath.

"Rush...star said you... must leave... Clan over...whelmed... escape with kits... now," Nightgleam managed, staggering on his paws.

"No," Heathermist breathed in horror. "Ashtail... I have to help him!" she barged past Nightgleam and threw herself into the fray, searching frantically for her mate.

"Where's Goldenwind?" Hazelmist asked Nightgleam.

"She's fighting a ShadowClan warrior," he replied after recovering himself slightly. "You have to go, now. I'll help you get the kits. We'll go out the back way," he ordered and Hazelmist nodded as the black warrior walked to the back of the nursery. Razorkit noticed he was limping.

"There's a back way?" Sandykit meowed in interest, her eyes lit up with excitement. "Why didn't we know about that?" she complained, glancing over at Razorkit as Hazelmist began herding them after Nightgleam.

Spotkit shoved his sister playfully. "Probably 'cause they know we would have used it for our own ends," he said wisely.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dazekit scoffed at the bigger kit.

Spotkit shrugged. "I don't know, I heard Cloudscud say it the other day and it sounded cool."

"Mousebrain," Leafkit muttered, but Razorkit could feel her trembling next to him as they stumbled after Nightgleam, not used to the darkness of the night.

Nightgleam had forged an exit through the brambles and Sandykit and Spotkit followed him excitedly with Dazekit hot on their paws. Even Leafkit managed to push her fright to one side and tumble after them.

"Come on Razorkit," Hazelmist said tersely, her whole body tense.

"But what about Hollowkit?" the ginger striped kit remembered, hesitating.

"I'll get him, now go," Hazelmist hissed but a loud snarl made both mother and son spin around. Razorkit felt the fur on his spine rise as he stared at the bloody, glaring warrior who now stood in the nursery entrance. His teeth were bared and blood dripped from them. He had several fresh cuts and a lot of fur missing, and his eyes gleamed. "D-Darkclaw," Hazelmist stammered, stepping in front of Razorkit protectively. "Get out," she spat, recovering her surprise. "Your Clan has no place here."

Darkclaw simply purred. "Oh, I think we have every right to be here. After all, you broke the warrior code, Hazelmist. ShadowClan, along with the other two Clans, see it as our place to rid the Clans of dirty blood. Don't you agree?"

Hazelmist bristled warningly. "I don't know what you mean. I'm a loyal warrior, just like the rest of my Clan, and my blood is pure."

"Your blood may be pure, but his isn't," Darkclaw nodded to Razorkit, who had been staring in panic at Hollowkit. Hollowkit was crouched on the other side of the nursery, fear consuming his trembling body.

"He's as much a WindClan cat as any other," Hazelmist growled, her glare intensifying as the ShadowClan warrior took a step towards them.

Darkclaw noticed this and lowered his head. "Ah, I'm not mousebrained enough to come between a mother and her kit. But, what do we have here? A motherless kit?" he turned on Hollowkit suddenly, who was having a panic attack.

"Heathermist is-" Hazelmist began, but Darkclaw cut her off.

"Not here," he finished for her and pounced on the tiny kit.

"Leave him be, he's just a kit! Fight me if you must, but don't hurt an innocent kit!" Hazelmist pleaded. Razorkit drew his breath in horror. He hadn't really understood the other cat's exchange, but he knew Hollowkit was in serious danger.

Darkclaw placed a shark claw over Hollowkit's neck.

"You wouldn't... killing is against the warrior code!" Hazelmist gasped.

Darkclaw grinned at her evilly. "Your kit; Razorkit, isn't it? Well, he and his littermates are against the code but you defied it and kept them anyway," he meowed smoothly. "Give me Razorkit, or he dies." Darkclaw's eyes hardened suddenly, and Razorkit felt his heart miss several beats.

"Never," Hazelmist bowed her head in defeat, but nothing would make her give Razorkit to Darkclaw, even the death of an innocent kit. Razorkit looked up at his mother and felt warmth spread through him. He knew she loved him and him littermates more than anything else, and it made him feel amazing. But while his mother was going to let Darkclaw kill Hollowkit, he wasn't.

"Very well," Darkclaw shrugged and lowered his claw, as a piercing scream rang out above the sounds of battle.

"My kit!" Heathermist was headed for the nursery, but Razorkit knew she would be too late. With his mother's attention fixed on Darkclaw, he suddenly slipped through her legs and hurtled through the air, his small body striking Darkclaw's other forepaw, making him stumble. In that instance, Heathermist burst into the nursery and grabbed Hollowkit. She dragged him away, ignoring Razorkit like Hazelmist had been prepared to abandon her kit.

"Razorkit!" Hazelmist yowled, bounding forward in fury, but Darkclaw had picked up the small ginger kit and disappeared into the battle.

A RiverClan cat bundled into Hazelmist as she tried to follow Darkclaw, but although she struggled and hissed and bit and scratched, by the time she was free Darkclaw was long gone and the three attacking clans, knowing their goal was complete, retreated into the night.

Author's Note: Please review and tell me what you thought!

I just went and edited this - the amount of typo's made me wince.