-DARK RISING-

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The Thunderclan camp was quiet for only a moment. As everyone fell asleep, those rouges snuck into the camp. Quiet paw steps filled the clearing as a white cat with creamy creamy stripes on her tail and a black tail tip creeped into the nursery. She saw a creamy orange she-cat curled around 2 kits, one brown and one black. She worked quickly, grabbing the brown kit and running out of the den and into the clearing just as some warriors woke up from the scents of the rouges.

Soon, a battle broke out as the warriors noticed what was happening. The white she-cat ran into the woods, her legs carrying her quickly as the brown kit began to wail. "Get back here!" A yowl sounded from behind her. She continued to run but there was no way she would get away from this warrior. A weight landed on her back, pushing her to the ground and sending the kit a bit away from her on the ground. 2 more cats ran up behind the first cat, being the nursery queen and another warrior. The queen quickly scooped up her kit, "Are you okay Oak-kit!" She worried, licking the kit all over. "I'm fine mom." The kit groaned. "Dawnstripe, take her back to the camp!" The dark cat on top of the white cat hissed.

The queen jumped but nodded, running back to the camp, accompanied by the other warrior. "Get up rouge." The dark cat's voice was filled with venom. She stepped off of the white she-cat and allowed her to stand up. As the two cats met eyes, they both suddenly froze. The dark she-cat back up, "Nightpaw?" The white she-cat suddenly smiled,

"Hello sister. It's been a while, hasn't it?"