My eyes were frozen in horror. "M-Mom.. Find Heatherpaw, that apprentice, she should be somewhere out on t-the moors... I-I'm going to fight them off.." I could tell that my apprentice would want to be part of the fight. My mother was already nodding towards me, going off into the moors to find my disobedient apprentice who could have been napping for all I cared, just let my mother find her.

But something came to me that sent chills down my spine. What if I hurt one of Leafpool's friends? Or what if I - even worse - killed or severely damaged her sister, Squirrelflight? What if Leafpool never would forgive me? What if she was already mad at me?

The words raced through my head like a monster on its thunder path, but I couldn't let it affect me. I was already running towards camp, because I realized something very important: They had my kits. Okay, so I didn't love their mother as much as I loved Leafpool. So what? I still had to defend my own kin. I couldn't take my mistake out on them.

It was impossible to be running much faster than I was: I was a WindClan cat, and my legs were long, and my heart raced as the wind ran across my face. I wore a scared smirk, watching out for an intruder that could attack me from the side.

I looked around at the entry of the camp for the one called Firestar. Even though he was kin to Leafpool, he was the first one I was going for. Because that evil mouse-brain was the one who started this kit-napping. He was going to pay, for all that he would be doing.

I raced around the camp, and lunged at a dark tabby who was making his way to the nursery, where the queens - Nightcloud and Gorsetail - were fighting viciously to save their kits. I brought my front paw down on Dustpelt's head, who was immediately tackled and taken off guard. He tried to belly rake me, but I countered it, dodging and scratching up his face, causing a few wounds close to his eye. None of his loyal ThunderClan cats had came to help him, which was good.

He bolted off into the opposite direction of the nursery, and I smirked. It was a good think to keep him away from my kits.

But then I saw it.

The darkened, much hated face by all of the WindClan cats had gotten Nightcloud down.

And that face was Firestar, oh how annoyed I was at that name. The fire pelt that blazed through him, the pelt that would be under my claws within a matter of seconds.

He was biting her neck, and she was barely counter-acting it. I thought fast and kicked him off with my back legs, snarling darkly and clawing his stomach, desperate for revenge.

But this cat had more fighting experience than what Dustpelt could ever get. He pinned me and raked his unsheathed claws across the bottom of the skin that was the closest to my neck. I yowled in pain and pulled myself up. I whipped around and pounced onto his back, burying my teeth into the nape of the older cat's neck.

I should have known someone would come to save their leader. The deputy, Brambleclaw, was against me in the instant that Firestar fell - probably StarClan taking yet another one of his three lives left to spare - clawing my side.

I turned on Brambleclaw, intending to do the same thing to him as I had done to Firestar, but something else was stopping me before I could even reach him. Something that I wouldn't dare hurt.

Squirrelflight. That was the she-cat who tackled me and who was raking my sides now. It was obvious Firestar was back to full force. He was standing up and Brambleclaw was escorting him towards the nursery.

But I couldn't get up to stop him from going into the nursery. I tried all I could to push this she-cat off of me with the battle raging around us, but she kept clawing my sides and my stomach and my paws, so I couldn't even try to push her off, I couldn't even try to hurt her, I was to scared to do so.

I got the idea to use my leg to kick her off, and it worked better than I hoped. She practically flew off, landing on her back. I took this time to pounce on her and unsheathe my claws fully now, clawing even harder than she had. But what made me stop shouldn't have.

"ThunderClan! Retreat!" The yowl from an injured Firestar sounded, and all of the ThunderClan cats left the premises within a matter of minutes, before I could asses the situation at hand that had just happened.

Not only did Squirrelflight and all of the other warriors get away from me before I could do anything, but somethng else I realized when I got closer to the nursery was that the nests that had held kits were empty.

Nightcloud and Gorsetail were gone, taken by ThunderClan cats, who were supposed to be "retreating." Yeah, right.

They had taken my mate, Gorsetail, Gorsetail's kits, and my own kits.