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Ivykit rolled away from her brother, quickly jumping to her paw.
The kits of Whitefeather were playing in the Bloomclan camp, the three small cats rolling around on the ground with a dried mossball. It was nearly sundown, cats were returning from hunting and training as the evening patrol was departing. Rosepelt stepped to Whitefeather with a hare and mouse in his mouth, placing it next to the mother cat and settling down to watch his and Whitefeather's kits play. As the three kits noticed the food, they all jumped to their paws from playing and crowded around the hare, eating.
Suddenly, the calmness of the evening was cut short by a yowl from the camp entrance. The heads of all cats snapped to an apprentice named Gempaw, looking panicked. "Sunclan warriors are coming!" she yowled as her mentor, Minttail entered next to her, looking equally panicked. Tulipstar, the clan leader ran out from her den, looking questioningly at the two cats."Every warrior come here, we have to be ready for attack! Kits, queens and elders, to your dens!" she yowled.
Whitefeather ushered her kits into the nursery as Rosepelt shuffled off to the other warriors. Ivykit looked back before entering the nursery, her big green eyes looking at her father worryingly. But her mother grabbed her, placing all her kits in her nest and standing before them. All they could hear was cats running and mewed commands. And after a few minutes, the sound of fighting and the smell of stranger cats filled the air. The scent of blood was palpable and the sound of fur ripping was faint but definitely there. As Whitefeather listened, she heard rustling close to the nursery entrance.
The next second, a large tom burst into the nursery, claws unsheated, teeth glistening with blood. He surged forvard, sinking his teeth into the shoulder of Whitefeather, pushing her aside afterwards and stepping to her nest. He grabbed the first kit he saw, Ivykit dangling from his mouth a few seconds later. She clawed and struggled, but his grip was firm. The tom steppped out of the nursery, running out of the camp. He headed to Sunclan camp, but when running through Airclan territory, he accidentally dropped the kit, and didn't notice.
After a struggle, Ivykit managed to claw at the eye of the warrior, who dropped her immediately. The tom, blinded by blood and pain, ran off, leaving the kit alone.