Here's chapter 2! This ones not very long, but I hope you enjoy anyways. I plan on switching up which kit the POV takes place around whenever I make a new chapter, but some might be the same one in a row.
From the moment they set foot in WindClan territory, Crowpaw knew it was a terrible idea. She and her littermates were immediately overrun by dogs. Heatherpaw had injured his right forepaw and Hollypaw had a deep cut over her eyes. Crowpaw's tail was bleeding and her ear was torn.
"Since when does ThunderClan send in kits to fight?" a light brown tabby she-cat asked, her blue eyes shining with accusation.
Heatherpaw's fur fluffed up and he stood as straight as he could. "We aren't kits! We're apprentices."
The she-cat snorted with indignation and began pacing. Her ears pricked up when the camp entrance rattled.
Crowpaw flattened her ears and hunched over when she saw her parents patrol stream in with more WindClan cats at their tail. She averted her gaze and saw her littermates doing the same.
"All the dogs are gone," Cinderheart announced. "We chased-" she cut off as her gaze drifted to the young cats huddled together. Fury sparked their mother's eyes.
"What are you three doing here?" she hissed, stomping up to them, eyes narrowed. Lionblaze circled them.
"W-we just wanted to help…" Crowpaw stammered, hoping that her littermates would let her handle this.
Lionblaze let out a low growl. "You're too young! You could have killed!"
Hollypaw's trembling body pressed against Crowpaw's pelt. She felt her brother's short tail curl around them.
"But we're okay," he protested. "And we also drove some of the dogs away!"
The tabby scoffed. "If we hadn't come to help you, you would have been crow-food."
Cinderheart dipped her head stiffly to the tabby. "Thank you, Heatherstar."
On the other side of the clearing, Foxleap and Moletail shifted uncomfortably, casting anxious glances at their Clanmates.
A dark gray tom weaved his way in front of them and glared at them, his blue eyes like frost. "Are you mouse-brained? Dogs can kill a seasoned warrior, and you think you can get rid of them? Even a mouse isn't that stupid!"
Crowpaw's fur bristled. She jumped to her paws and thrust her muzzle in front of the tom. "Take that back, you mangy piece of fox-dung!"
Cinderheart gasped and Lionblaze thrust his paw in front of Crowpaw, yanking her back as the tom snarled and aimed a blow at her ears. His claws were sheathed though.
"ThunderClan should teach their kits to hold their tongues," Heatherstar growled.
Cinderheart padded stiffly up to her daughter. "Apologize to Crowfeather."
"No!" Crowpaw exclaimed. "He said mean things about Heatherpaw and Hollypaw!"
An exasperated sigh came from Lionblaze. "Crowpaw," he mewed wearily. "Just apologize."
Crowpaw sat down with a small thump and lifted her chin. "Not unless he apologizes first."
Hollypaw's eyes widened and Heatherpaw started tearing at the grass with his good paw. Crowpaw ignored them and she lifted her head higher, matching the gray tom's glare.
The tom, Crowfeather, turned towards her father. "Is this your kit?"
Lionblaze's fur ruffled with embarrassment. "Yes."
"She gets her attitude from you, though," Cinderheart mewed pointedly at Crowfeather. "She lives up to her name sake."
Crowfeather's blue eyes widened. "You named her after me?"
Crowpaw's mother nodded. "And Heatherpaw is named after Heatherstar."
Heatherpaw squeaked in surprise and muttered something about she-cats, earning him a cuff from Cinderheart.
Crowpaw's heart sank at the thought of being named after this tom. "Why are we named after WindClan cats?" she spat.
"Crowfeather is Lionblaze's father, and Heatherstar and him used to be friends," her mother explained, ignoring her daughter's bad attitude. "I actually named them," she continued, turning towards the older cats. "I didn't give Lionblaze a choice."
Hollypaw's quiet voice was barely heard over the wind. "What about me?"
Lionblaze purred and licked her head. "You're named after my sister, Hollyleaf."
"That doesn't get you out of trouble, though," Cinderheart mewed sternly. "I apologize again to everybody. Thank you for helping them." She faced Crowfeather. "I'll make sure Crowpaw comes and says she's sorry."
Heatherpaw slowly limped after his parents, Crowpaw supporting him on his bad side. Lionblaze turned around and called for Hollypaw to follow.
The small black she-cat looked down at her paws. "Will Jayfeather be mad at me?" she whispered.
"No doubt," Lionblaze responded.
Hollypaw shrank down smaller. She looked up at her father with scared eyes. "Will I still be allowed to be his apprentice?"
Lionblaze's eyes softened. He padded back to his daughter and rested his tail tip on her shoulder. "Of course you will." He led Hollypaw towards the rest of the patrol.
When they were back under the protection of the forest, dread weighed heavily in Crowpaw's belly. She and her siblings would be in so much trouble.