Calm down, I'm only stealing some kits!!

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    OOC: Hey, I'm a reporter for WCN, may I do a story on this? This is just the topic we need. Thank you!


    IC: The wind blew.

    OOC: What???
    IC: Featherkit crouched in a small fern bush, hiding from Scorch.

    OOC: thats cool, go ahead!


    Scorch spun around, at all the attacking cats. He was bad at dodging blows, but a strong fighter. He lashed out aiming to strike random cats.

    "Mommy!" featherkit yowled as Peonystreak joined the fight.
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    Peonystreak clawed wildly, trying to save her dear kit.
    OOC: steal her...

    While Scorch was distracted, Duskpelt grabbed featherkit and put the little bundle of fur into the nursery.

    Noticing the kit suddenly be taken off, he dodged into the nursery, aiming to grab Featherkit's scruff in his jaw.

    "Stay away from the kit!" Duskpelt aimed to scrach her claws across his eyes, but then Warmheart's kit, Leapkit came up and mewed, " Let him go! Take me insted! I don't want to be in a clan that never trusts me!"

    He turned distracted by the kit. He could return later for Featherkit. Grabbing Leapkit, he raced out the nursery and across the territory, until he was up a tree on the border.

    Leapkit let himself limp, he would soon be the son of a proud mother, but he couldnt stop to ask, "Why do you want a kit? Couldnt you just have a mate?"

    "My name is Leapkit, I was born two moons ago, my father is Onepath from riverclan, my mother is Warmheart from thunderclan, once the clan found out about it, they never trusted me and my sister. Thats all, not much in life" mewed Leapkit, trying to look brave to the rouge.



    Warmheart continues to try and look for her kit, worry filling her.

    "Well, I need a mother to live. But I'll never want my mother! She is too much like a kittypet, stopping fights and wanting no blood shed." He mewed, he was starting to trust the rouge but then asked, "Who are you?"



    Warmheart soon spotted the kit and the rouge and started charging to them!

    Leapkit sat straight with pride, but then Warmheart came standing in front of the kit and growled, "Stay away from my kit!"