"Windkit what is this place?" Lionkit breathed out, and the small tabby tom didn't reply as his eyes were wide and he was taking everything in. The cave was beautiful, but he froze when he saw a cat slip from the den. "Who are you three?" She asked. She was a white and gray spotted shecat, and she didn't seem to be hostile. At least he hoped she wasn't. * Windpaw cowered back, not wanting to fight, and a golden shecat came close to him. She reared up and swiped her unsheathed claws at him, causing him to yelp and back up. He growled back as blood trickled down his face from a scratch on his cheek. Hissing, he unsheathed his own claws and lunged. * Windlifter awoke in the Place Of No Stars for the seventh time that moon. He seemed to be coming here more often, and quickly met up with his evil mentor. Slinking among the trees, and unsheathing his claws. He didn't know what to expect in the dark forest and so he was always careful. He halted when he heard a growl, and smirked when he saw Silverhawk. His former clanmate, and present teacher. * Pride surged through Windlifter as he gazed down at his kits. His mate was lying down with their four kits suckling. There was one dark brown tabby tom, a dark gray tom, a pale brown tabby shekit, and a light calico shekit. He was a father! He pledged to be the best he could be for his kits, and would watch over them for as long as he lived.

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