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Sorry this has taken me so long and that it's so short, but I think I've mentioned before, for some reason this story just makes me write shorter chapters. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Six

~ Switching Allegiances ~

"Razorkit, it's time to wake up," a gentle voice sounded in his ear, making him twitch and roll over.

"I have an idea: let's pelt him with thorns – that'll wake him up!" a loud voice suggested cheekily, and not a moment later Razorkit felt something sharp bounce off him, pricking his skin in the process. He curled up into a tighter ball and mumbled, "Go 'way Sandykit, 's too early for your games..."

"Who's Sandykit?" the same cheeky voice enquired curiously while another cat scolded whoever had thrown the thorn at Razorkit.

"That was a very mean thing to do Twistkit, and you know it. I want you to apologise, right now."

Razorkit froze, and for a second he felt his heart stop beating. Twistkit? Who was Twistkit? He blinked open his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. He squeezed then tightly shut again, desperately hoping that when he next opened them he would see the familiar walls of the WindClan nursery.

"Aw, but he's still asleep. There's no point in apologising if he can't understand me!" a kit's voice, presumably belonging to Twistkit, whined.

Razorkit slowly opened one eye and peeked out. All he saw was a mossy nest where he was curled, the flank of a thick-furred gray queen which he was snuggled up against, and walls of thorns enclosing a fairly dark nursery. Razorkit blinked open both his eyes and raised his head to stare at his surroundings.

"This isn't the WindClan nursery," he murmured to himself. Unfortunately for him, a fluffy gray she-kit with a funnily shaped tail who he guessed was Twistkit overheard him.

"You're not very bright, are you?" Twistkit's head popped up suddenly right in front of his face, crowding his vision. Her blue eyes searched his amber ones intently.

"Twistkit! That's no way to treat a guest," the queen Razorkit had been lying against scolded. He remembered the queen from the night before. Her name was Fogfur, and she was Twistkit's mother.

Twistkit's face disappeared from in front of him as suddenly as it had appeared, almost as if she had been pulled away. "Sorry Fogfur... But he is in our nest," she pointed out.

Razorkit watched as Fogfur proceeded to give her kit a thorough telling-off, but as he observed Twistkit's downcast expression he couldn't help but be reminded of Sandykit. "Hey, um, excuse me Fogfur..." he began. Instantly every cat in the nursery turned to look at him. He swallowed and ignored their stares. "Please don't tell Twistkit off, she was only teasing."

Fogfur blinked at him. "Be that as it may, you are a guest and she should know better than to be so rude."

Razorkit shook his head. "I don't mind. She reminds me of my friend Sandykit," he mewed by way of explanation. Twistkit just stared at him, dumbfounded.

The next cat to speak was a brown tom-kit with blue eyes exactly like Twistkit's. "Figures that a WindClan kit would insult a ShadowClan kit by telling her she's like his best friend," he sneered.

"Thornkit! Outside, now," Fogfur ordered sharply, standing up and following him out. "I'll be back in a moment, dear," she added over her shoulder to Razorkit.

Razorkit watched them leave, feeling slightly bewildered.

"Hey, Windkitty," Twistkit chirped cheerfully, drawing his attention back to her.

"Yeah?" Razorkit shifted in the next nervously.

"Aren't you upset?" Twistkit bounced over to him, looking unfazed by what had just happened. The least she could have done was thank me, Razorkit thought. After all, I did just save her from getting told off.

Razorkit was thrown by the question. "W-why should I be?"

Twistkit grinned innocently. "Oh, no reason. So, you're not scared of us ShadowClan cats then?"

As Razorkit shook his head, two dark brown tabby toms padded over and sat down on the side of the nest. Their mother was washing herself in her own nest, paying no attention whatsoever as to what was going on.

"You should be scared of us," the first kit growled menacingly.

"A scrawny Windkitty like you won't last a moon in the ShadowClan camp," the second one sneered.

Razorkit sat up as tall as he could. "I'm not scared of you, and besides, I'm going home soon anyway," he told them.

"Oh, really?" the first kit leaned over the nest. "Then you better remember our names. I'm Toadkit, and this is my brother Murkkit. Don't forget us when you run squealing back to your moorland," he taunted.

Razorkit tipped his head onto one side. "Why don't you like me?"

"It's because you're a Windkitty of course!" Twistkit popped up inside the nest next to Razorkit, making him jump.

"Hey, you scared me!" Razorkit yowled in shock. "How do you do that, anyway?"

Twistkit winked at him. "That's for me to know and you to find out!" she teased.

"Hey, we were talking to you," Toadkit growled, reaching out a paw and dabbing Razorkit's nose.

Razorkit looked back at them in confusion. "Sorry, carry on," he told them. This comment seemed to throw them off guard, for they stared at Razorkit in surprise.

"Razorkit, you must come with me now," Fogfur reappeared in the nursery entrance and Razorkit obediently jumped out of the nest and trotted over to her, leaving Toadkit and Murkkit scowling. Twistkit followed him out of curiosity.

Fogfur lead Razorkit into the clearing, where Rowanstar, the ShadowClan leader, was waiting for him. Upon seeing her, Razorkit felt himself tremble. Rowanstar's gaze unsettled him, for he could read no emotion in her eyes.

"Razorkit," Rowanstar said, blinking at the kit who was pushed forward by Fogfur until he stood, trying not to shake visibly, directly in front of the leader.

"R-Rowanstar," Razorkit dipped his head, his eyes wide with partly fear and partly awe.

"Do you know why you are here, Razorkit?" Rowanstar asked him.

Razorkit shook his head. "No," he managed in a loud whisper.

Rowanstar took a deep breath. "Your mother broke the warrior code when she took a mate outside of her Clan, and since Rushstar decided to ignore your mother's wrongdoing, myself and the leaders of RiverClan and ThunderClan have decided to take matters into our own paws. From now on you are a ShadowClan cat."

Razorkit's eyes widened. "What? But... No, I'm a WindClan cat! My mother will come for me, and Rushstar won't let you get away with this!" he meowed, looking around the camp desperately. For the first time he noticed the audience he had; nearly every cat in ShadowClan lined the edge of the camp, watching him and Rowanstar. "My mother would never break the Warrior code!"

Rowanstar didn't flinch at the kit's desperate denial. "It's true, little kit. StarClan were unhappy that Hazelmist went unpunished for her crimes, so by taking you into our Clan we are putting right her wrong. This is where you belong now, Razorkit."

Razorkit shook his head fiercely. "I will never belong here – I'm a WindClan cat and I always will be!" he yowled and took off towards the entrance to camp. Before he got two mousetails Fogfur pounced on him and pinned him down.

"Come back to the nursery Razorkit." She looked up at Rowanstar, and they seemed to converse silently for a moment. Then the gray queen looked back down at the WindClan kit. "I am your mother now."

Razorkit closed his eyes and let Fogfur carry him back into the nursery. There, he curled up next to Fogfur and refused to open his eyes, eventually falling back asleep.

Author's Note: So what did you think? Reviews would be much appreciated and will encourage me to write faster :)