• Three cats padded silently across forest of pines, drifting onto a territory scarce of any prey. Their pelts coated in mud, hiding their scent and color. One of the cats stopped on a ridge, the young tom's silver pelt glistening under its disguise. “Are we right to do this?” He questioned a massive gray tabby with a torn ear. The bigger cat turned on him. “We have to! Do you dare question the Teller of Pointed Stones?” He challenged. The silver tom shook his head. “Of course not Tree! I just don’t feel right about taking a kit from its mother.” He mewed calmly. A golden she-cat shoved through the pair and continued through the forest. “Come on! I can smell their camp!” She hissed and stalked through the pines. The two toms nodded and followed the she-cat. Tree turned back and hissed at the younger tom. “Hurry up Fang!” He called. Fang stayed where he was. “Milk scent.” He whispered and held his mouth open, letting the scent rest on his tongue. “ “Over there.” He flicked his tail toward a clearing filled with dens. Behind the scent of brambles and pines, one paticular den stood out from the others. Milk-scent was stron on the den. At the flick of Fang's tail the two other cats took position around the nursery while Fang stood at the camp entrance. He looked up at the stars. "Please Tribe of Endless Hunting let thd work!" He preyed. Then with a deep breath he yowled. "Thunderclan invasion! Thunderclan invasion!" Fang dove into the bushes and watched at dozens of cats burst from their dens, claws unsheathed. "Thunderclan invasion on our border! Help!" Fang yowled and retreated farther into the bushes. The cats looked around and sped for theThunderclan border. It worked! Fang thought happily as all, but four warriors fled to race into the "battle". A huge white tom with jet black paws raced into the clearing and motioned to the remaining four warriors. "Guard the camp!" He barked and raced away. The four cats groaned and sat on their haunches. Fang looked around the camp and saw elders and kit climb out to see what the commotion was about. Fang counted five kits, three were related based on their scent and black spotted pelts. one gray, one white, and one golden; while the other two seemed to be the only one in their litter. Fang felt eyes on him and saw Tree looking at him axiously as if asking Is it one of them? Fang shook his head and silently sighed. Their mission was failed. This wasn't where it was. How could he have failed Stoneteller? Just as Fang was about to turn around and flee a white head poked outside the nursery walls. Could that be it? He wondered to himself. The kit sprang out of the den looking around as if enemies were lurking. "Thunderclan will pay for invading Shadowclan territory!" The she-kit mewed. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to sparkle with a starry glow. Fang looked at Tree and gave him a nod. The tom's eyes lit up and he repeated the gesture to Oak. The three cats circled around the camp, hiding just beneath the brush. Suddenly Fang burst into the opening and bundled five kits into the warriors. Leaving them in a tangle of paws and the white she-kit alone by the nursery. Just as the warriors were sqirming out of the kits Oak and Tree pounced on them, landing hard on their shoulders. Fang scooped up the white kit and raced through the trees. After a while he scented his Tribe's scent and was relieved to hear Oak and Tree racing after him. He didn't slow down as they raced through the territory. His blood was pounding in his ears. It took him forever to realize the kit was squealing for how hard he was holding her scruff. "Oh! Sorry!" He mumbled around her and loosened his grip. He sat and waited as Oak and Tree reached him. "Why didn't you stop?" Oak panted. Fang shrugged and set the kit down. The white she-cat was too tired to complain, so she curled into a ball and lay at his feet. "Where's Spottedkit?" She mumbles sleepily. "Is she coming too?" Fang felt pity stb at his heart. He was about to answer when Oak interupted. "Don't worry little one. We'll bring Spottedkit too. Just try to sleep while we get you home to Leaf." She mewed gently. The kit looked up at her. "What about Tigerflower? She promised she'd let us get our milk before Jaykit and Blaze kit tomorrow." She yawned sleepily. Oak licked the kit, trying to comfort her. "Don't worry. I promise you'll get milk first and that you can have as much as you like when we get you back to the Tribe." She purred. The kit half mumbled. "Tribe?" Oak nodded. "That's right. The Tribe of Rushing Water." Oak pick the kit up and the three cats made their way back to their camp behind the waterfall.