Starkit POV
Starkit stared at the entrance as four terrified looking cats rushed in.
Patchtail, Birdpelt, Frostsnow and Heatherclaw stood there, their eyes stretched wide.
"What's going on?"Silverstar demanded.
The patrol stood there wheezing
"A hu-huge Lightclan p-patrol is coming t-" Birdpelt gasped put before a muscular brown cat jumped on him.
"Lightclan, attack!"
Starkit froze and watched as warriors around her leapt into battle. Screeching and yowls filled the air and Starkit turned her head back and forth, trying to find her mother.
"Dreamheart, where are you? Dreamheart?" she called out as loud as she could.
She spotted a bloody tortoisshelle she-cat nearby, lashing out at a black tom.
"Dreamheart!" Starkit raced towards the battling warriors and bumped into her mother.
She gasped at the scarred face of the warrior and whimpered as she hissed at her.
The warrior began to circle her, as if she were a piece of prey.
"Such a weak looking kit," the cat snarled, "no wonder why the warriors here are so easy to defeat. They start out as weak kits, become weak apprentices, and battle as weak warriors. This clan is pathetic!"
The warrior began to circle her, as if she were a piece of prey.
Starkit's eyes widened as she closed in on her and swung a huge white paw at her.
Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed over them and great force of weight knocked over the cat and Starkit used the chance to quickly escape. Another cat grabbed her by the cuff and growled through her fur.
"Stay away from my kit, you filthy Lightclan warrior!"
"Dreamheart!" she cried with relief.
Her mother marched back into the nursury and dropped Starkit in her nest.
"Where are you going, mommy?" she cried, as her mother charged into the battle.
Screeches of fury filled Starkit's ears, and she knew that mother was attacking the she-cat.
She started towards the entrance before bumping into familiar body.
"That piece of Lightclan dung sure got what she deserved!" she huffed, "now you know Starkit, those cats are so ruthless that they would even attack innocent kits!"
"But-"
"It's going to be fine sweetie, the battle will be over soon."
Sure enough, the camp soon began to calm down as yowls of retreat came from the Lightclan cats and the sound of thumping paws scrambling out. Starkit stuck her small head out and looked around the clearing. Every single cat was injured and was staring at a huge, tabby warrior covered in blood.
"This isn't the last you've seen of Lightclan," he hissed, and pelted after the rest of his clanmates.
"Bellwing, Darkpool, Shadowgem, make sure that they left our territory." Silverstar called out weakly before collapsing.
"Silverstar, no!" Patchtail's strangled cry echoed across the silent camp.
He raced to his mate, panic and agony filling his eyes.
"Amberpelt, hurry! Silverstar's hurt," he called towards the medicine cat den.
Starkit watched curiously as the ginger she-cat ran towards their leader, her mouth stuffed with green leaves.
Mintpaw trailed behind her, a huge, wet clump of moss clamped in her jaws.
"Starkit, come back into the nursury!" her mother called, "I need to make sure you weren't injured in that battle!"
Starkit reluctantly returned to her mother, but not before she heard a unmistakable sound of agony.
