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Heres the next chapter ^.^

Chapter 2

Batwing quickly explained to Dawnspirit about the patrol and the Shadowclan cats that had come to stop them, but she seemed to already know it all.

"Buthowdidtheyknow what we were going to do?" she asked, puzzled about the perfect attack.

"They didn't really need to know," replied Dawnspirit, "think about it. Any clan would have done the same. The new Shadowclan may be different, but we're still just as smart."

Batwing resisted the urge to ask about the changes in the camp. She knew she would have to find out eventually, but now was not the time.

"Do you know where they're keeping Cloverkit?"

"Yes," said Dawnspirit, "But I don't think you're really in the state for a rescue." She glanced concerned at Batwings bloodied pelt. Suddenly the scratched began to throb.

"No!" Batwing cried stubbornly. "It needs to be now! The Shadowclan patrol already thinks that they chased us away. This will be perfect. We need to hurry before Thunderclan comes looking for me and mess up everything."

"Alright," agreed Dawnspirit reluctantly, "But let me get you some cobwebs for those wounds." As Dawnspirit bandaged Batwing's pelt, she quickly explained where Cloverkit was. As she gave Batwing the instructions she would need, Batwing began to feel a little more nervous about this mission. So many things could go wrong. Not just to her, but to Dawnspirit as well. She couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen to Dawnspirit if Crookedstar realized she had helped with the escape of the kit. But Batwing thought of Sunpelt crying over her lost kit. She thought of Nina and Nightclaw and Eaglewing who had lost kits as well, without much of a chance to get them back. She knew this was her chance to fix it for one for the grieving queen so she didn't have to experience loss like the others.

Batwing watched as Dawnspirit raced off through the trees, a bunch of catmint clutched in her jaws, and then began to follow, stalking stealthily and silently through Shadowclan territory. Soon she reached the burnt sycamore, signifying that she was reaching the Shadowclan camp. As Dawnspirit described, she soon reached a prickly bramble wall. Past it, the ground could have been the same, but Batwing knew that it emptied into a large shadowy hollow.

Batwing crouched behind a tree and sniffed the air, making sure that her scent would not carry. Soon she had pinpointed the smell of a guard at the camps entrance, but that was not the entrance she wanted. According to her friend, the tunnel that Batwing was searching for would lead straight into the den in which Cloverkit was kept.

Her paws tingling with fear, and her stomach broiling at the smell of Shadowclan all around her, Batwing started to creep around the edges of the camp. Suddenly she froze, and pricked her ears to listen. She could hear the sound of two cats laughing and joking. The two she had heard stumbled out of the camp and Batwing identified them as Blackleaf and Twigtail. Twigtail still had her blood on his claws. Batwing clenched her claws in anger at this new obnoxious cat the tom had become as soon as he had receive a little confidence. Suddenly Blackleaf froze mid laugh and opened his mouth, puzzled. Batwing didn't even dare unclenching her claws as her heart pounded in the underbrush.

"I thought I smelled Thunderclan," remarked Blackleaf after a second.

"Oh it was probably just me," said Twigtail, "I beat one at our ambush today and got her stinky blood all over me. You should have seen her run!" Blackleaf sniffed him and they both laughed and padded off in the opposite direction. Batwing felt the heat of anger again, but suppressed it with a sigh of relief. She began once again to slink around the perimeter of the Shadowclan camp, searching for the tansy bush that marked the tunnel she was searching for. Dawnspirit had found the entrance and made it usable because of the herb on the other end. It was a much more direct route. Thunderclan had been lucky that the empty den on the other side was where Shadowclan had chosen to keep Cloverkit.

Suddenly, Batwing saw it. The bright yellow tansy flowers waved lazily on their long green stems. The hole that was undoubtedly behind them was concealed. Batwing tensed and made sure no cats were coming, and then quickly darted out of her hiding place to stand in plain view beside the wall. With one paw she carefully pushed aside the ferns to reveal a cat sized entry way. Then she froze in that position and waited for Dawnspirit's signal.

Batwing didn't have long to wait. A second later she heard her friends voice rise clearly above the brambles.

"Yes, I can see you're on duty, but Crookedstar needs to talk with you immediately." Batwing heard a muffled voice rise in protest.

"Of course I know about the schedule. I'm sure Blueflower can manage just fine."

Once more, the tom protested, and Batwing almost doubted Dawnspirit's abilities.

"Crookedstar sent me with Blueflower. Are you disobeying your leader?" There was one more reply, and then the sound of a cat running off. Batwing didn't wait a second longer. She was still worried about Blueflower, but Dawnspirit had assured her it was okay.

Batwing dove through the hole. A few of the brambles scratched her back and sides, but they only managed to pull off one of the blood-soaked cobwebs covering her wounds. She emerged on the ground in complete darkness with a slight thump. Batwing tensed, but no one came to check on them. The entire den that surrounded her was made of thick brambles so that barely any light could get in. Batwing realized the hole behind her was practically invisible under a thin layer of brambles that were quite easy to push back. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust from the bright sunlight to the gloominess of the den.

The first thing she saw was Cloverkit. He was curled up in a little ball in the corner of the den, sniffling and shivering. Batwing's heart softened as she gazed at the kit, and she almost forgot to do anything for the moment. But the instant she noticed him, Cloverkit noticed her. He jumped to his paws and recoiled in fear. Then he paused and sniffed the air, recognizing Batwing. Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he opened his mouth. Batwing quickly clapped her tail over his muzzle. For a second, Cloverkit's eyes were wide, but then he slowly nodded solemnly. Batwing slowly pulled her tail away. This time he didn't try to yelp.

Cloverkit took a step forward as if to ask what he needed to do. Batwing leaned down and gently picked him up by the scruff of his neck. As she started towards the wall she froze. There were sounds coming from outside the den. The guard was coming back! Quickly, Batwing pushed aside the thin layer of brambles and dropped Cloverkit through the hole, diving through after him. She could hear the Shadowclan warrior bragging about how the great leader had chosen to confide in him. He didn't even check in the den.

Batwing's heart hammering in her chest, she scooped up Cloverkit and began to race through the forest. No cats stopped her. No patrols spotted her. She was safe.

I did it! Joy coursing through her veins, I really did it!

As Batwing padded through the gorse tunnel, she was nearly bowled over by Sunpelt as she leapt for her kit.

"My kit! You saved him! Cloverkit! Cloverkit!" The tears streamed down the queen's face. Many other cats had sprung from where they had been sitting and surrounded them. Batwing released Cloverkit and he dropped to the ground.

He walked boldly up to his crying mother and said, "It's okay mommy. I went on an adventure, but then Batwing came and tricked all of Shadowclan and I got rescued!"

Brownkit came bounding up. "It's no fair!" she whined, "I wanted to come with you." Batwing took a step back and surveyed the happy scene. She felt a rush of pleasure coming from the fact that the kit had remembered her name. Suddenly, she was leapt at by a streak of orange and white fur.

"Batwing!" screeched Startail as she danced around her friend in a frantic yet excited manner, "I thought that you had been captured by Shadowclan too, and that you were going to fall in love with a tom there and never come back and I would never see you again!" Startail collapsed, breathless.

"I couldn't do that," Batwing laughed, "They eat frogs and their whole territory is one large nasty bog." The whole clan was out now, in the middle of the camp and cats streamed around them, welcoming Cloverkit and congratulating Batwing. Suddenly, Lynxfoot bowled in through the gorse tunnel. He scanned the crowd until he found where Batwing and Startail sat, and then hurried over to them.

"Batwing!" he panted, "Thank Starclan you're back." He glanced around again. "And I see you found Cloverkit. You see, after the patrol realized you were missing, Startail practically begged me to go looking for you. She seemed to think that besides you, I was the best tracker in the clan."

"She did, did she," Batwing said slyly, glaring at her friend. Startail's whole pelt turned a pinkish shade, but Lynxfoot didn't seem to notice.

"I tracked your scent as far as the Shadowclan border," he continued, "and then I came back here to find this!" Lynxfoot gestured at the camp with a flick of his tail, and then bounded off the congratulate Sunpelt. Batwing was about to turn on Startail when they were interrupted by a yowl from the highrock.

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