Two more cats followed the first one in. “We’ll finish off the queens first so the kits don’t have any defense,” the leader ordered with a flick of his tail. The others nodded.
ThunderClan. Acornkit started to tremble. I can take on a ThunderClan warrior any day.
Dovecry pulled back her lips to reveal canine teeth that glinted in the dark with a simple lick. “Haven’t used these for a while,” she spat. “I’ll fight,” she added, glancing back at Weedstep and Oakleaf. “I’m the strongest at the moment.”
“But three can take on three!” Oakleaf whispered in protest. “I’m dying to fight. Please let me!”
“I got the kits covered,” Weedstep assured them. “If I can live with four all the time, I can live with six for now.”
Acornkit and Morningkit crawled over to Weedstep’s belly, watching in horror as their mothers left the area to battle for them.
Acornkit plopped down beside Tinykit, who was crying quietly and trembling like crazy. “It’s alright,” he tried to comfort the orange she-kit, moving closer to her. “At least it’s not your mother going to fight.”
“But... b-b-...but...” Tinykit sputtered, but she settled down when Weedstep gently lapped at her shoulder.
“Thanks, Acornkit.” a look of approval flashed over Weedstep’s gaze.
Acornkit nodded and huddled closer to the form next to him. Figuring it was one of the tom-kits in Weedstep’s litter such as his old friend Fastkit, he whispered to the kit next to him, “Doing okay buddy?”
Then a sweet she-cat smell engulfed his scent glands, and he glimpsed dark gray fur next to him.
“Morningkit?” he cried, and right away Acornkit jolted away from her, slamming into Tinykit in the process. She jumped with surprise and Weedstep had to calm her down again. Feeling terrible now, Acornkit looked up from the ground and glared at Morningkit. “Don’t just lay there like a lump of helpless fur!” he snapped. “Do something. Look at poor Fastkit over there, shaking non-stop. Help him!”
Then Acornkit recalled Dovecry and Oakleaf battling just outside. He looked over and saw that the pair of bristling queens had driven the nasty patrol out of the nursery and were working as partners, slashing at the three ThunderClan cats with no stopping in sight.
One of the warriors escaped from their claws and was commencing to stalk their backs. No! Acornkit said to himself. I won’t let him do that!
Acornkit charged away from Weedstep and the other kits while the queen was looking the other way. He raced through the main nursery piece then yowled a cry of war and threw himself at the warrior.
The warrior was big, male, young in age, and strong. He heaved the kit off and scowled at Acornkit. Acornkit felt a great pain in his shoulder where he had hit the ground.
Dovecry had felt the tom’s pelt brush hers and she spun around, gasping at the sight of her son. “Get back in the nursery!” she spat, then swiftly jutted out her back legs, claws unsheathed, and slapped the other warrior.
The big warrior fled out of camp.
Acornkit, tail dragging on the ground, walked into the nursery. Weedstep’s eyes widened when she sighted his wrenched shoulder. “I’ll be punished by your mother for this,” she muttered to herself angrily. Acornkit relaxed when she lifted her tongue from Smallkit’s ears and set it on his shoulder. Just moving that body part to get comfortable hurt him.
He had just wanted to help his Clan.
Who knew that battling would be so hard?
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