Hey, hey! So I know it's been a long time since I updated anything, but school, ya know? Today I decided I'd update since I have nothing better to do, and I'm sure you're all like "Ray! STOP BEING SO STUPID"! With that said, I have a chapter to write…

Right Into the Fox's Den

Three more moons passed, with only one meeting with Tigerheart squished into them. Ivyleaf watched her kits grow and play together, her pride growing with them. Owlkit had grown to be the biggest and strongest of them all, towering over little Softkit by the most. His golden-speckled coat had lost most of its fluffy kitten feel, the opposite of Softkit.

Emberkit and Brookkit were like in-betweens of their other two siblings. They were still kittenish and soft, but at the same time stronger than before. Emberkit especially was turning into a real force for Owlkit to reckon with, but still needed her sister's help sometimes.

"Why do we have to wait another moon?" Owlkit asked, flexing his little claws. "I could beat Molepaw so easily! I bet even Softkit could win against him."

Softkit, who was playing with Brookkit, was too far away to hear her brother. Emberkit fluffed up her fur when she heard Owlkit say this, and meowed, "Softkit's way smarter than you, Owlkit! I wouldn't be talking."

After she said this Molepaw walked by carrying a rabbit. Emberkit smiled sweetly when he looked at her, and then went back to glaring at her brother when the apprentice turned away. Ivyleaf stepped between the two siblings who seemed to fight the most, blocking Emberkit's amber glare.

"Stop this before-" Ivyleaf started, but was cut off by Dovewing, who sauntered up to Ivyleaf and her fighting kits.

"I can watch over Softkit and Brookkit, Ivyleaf. If you're busy." Ivyleaf blinked in shock. Since when had Dovewing decided to be nice to her again? Ivyleaf smiled at her sister and nodded.

"Thanks so much. Then I can deal with these two," she rolled her eyes, "and not worry about Brookkit venturing off with Softkit."

Brookkit, it seemed, had a habit for going adventuring without thinking about telling anyone. Sometimes she'd bring Softkit or Emberkit along with her, wandering around the territory until a warrior found them. Dovewing knew this, of course, just like all the other cats in the clans.

"No problem. Maybe I'll take them out in the forest and see if I can quench Brookkit's love for mystery a little."

Emberkit had walked around Ivyleaf and was fighting with her brother again, so Ivyleaf just nodded as Dovewing took her kits out of camp, into the forest.

(New POV: Dovewing)

Dovewing trotted into the forest, the two little kits at her side. Finally, she'd come up with a perfect plan. Nobody could blame Dovewing if one of the kits had a little accident, especially if there just so happened to be a dangerous fox roaming on the territory, unreported by one of the morning patrol members. It had already made it's den in one of the old badger dens, and had little pups down there as well.

"What's that weird smell?" Softkit scrunched up her nose when they came close to the fox den. Just as Dovewing knew Brookkit would, her eyes gleaming with excitement, the question on the tip of her tongue.

"Can we go explore, please, Dovewing? Please, we'll be careful!"

It won't help you…

"I don't smell anything, Softkit. I think I might be catching something. I'll be waiting right here for you, okay? Don't get into any trouble."

So Dovewing sat down by a stump as her nieces wandered away, toward the fox hole. The plan was working perfectly. Not only one, but two of Ivyleaf's kits could die and no one could blame sick Dovewing. The Dovewing who could scent/see things from a territory away, who watched with her super senses as the two drew closer to the fox den, mouths parted.

"What's down there, do ya think?" Brookkit poked her head down the hole, tail swishing.

"I don't know," Softkit answered quietly, "I don't think we should go down."

"Oh come on," Brookkit urged her sister, blue eyes gleaming, "I won't let you get hurt, you know. I'm just as strong as Emberkit."

"Alright."

Softkit and Brookkit trudged down into the hole, unsuspecting of their fates. Dovewing let out a laugh despite the prick of guilt she received from the sight. The two defenseless kits couldn't know what lay ahead of them, Dovewing thought.

It was just then she heard a tiny shriek come from the fox's den. The den the two kits had ventured into, not knowing they wouldn't be getting out.

Oh no! What will happen to Brookkit and Softkit, readers? Will they make it out alive? BTW, if you read this and my LionxHeather story, I'm gonna be finishing this one before starting to write again on that one. So sorry, but right now I really want to get this story ova with. I hope this chapter was good fo you guys. Did you enjoy it? Review and lemme know.