It was sundown.

Mythkit sat outside the nursery, watching curiously as the sun sank beneath the earth. Her mother appeared behind her.

"It's bedtime, dear," her mother said softly.

"Can I wait out here a little longer?" Mythkit pleaded, hope shining in her wide eyes.

    Shimmersky hesitated. Then she purred and licked her daughter's forehead. "Alright, but only for a little bit," she said quietly, glancing at the quarter moon that was beginning to rise, and whisking back into the nursery.

    Mythkit watched as the camp began to clear out, until finally the last cat disappeared into the warrior's den. The guard, a silver-white she-cat named Hailsong, positioned herself at the entrance, every so often casting looks at the kit sitting outside the nursery.

"You going to bed soon, Mythkit?" She called as the sun disappeared completely over the horizon.

The kit considered. She would have liked to stay out more, but she didn't want to disobey a majestic warrior. So she turned around and went into the nursery.

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    Mythkit awoke in the night.

    She sat up, her ears thrust forward. She had no idea what she was just dreaming about, but her paw pads were slick with sweat. Uncertainly she stood up and glanced around, debating in her mind wether she wanted to go to sleep and have a spooky dream again or tell her mother she was scared.

    Out in the distance, the smallest twig snapped.

    Mythkit swiveled her ears toward the sound. Had she imagined it? It was so quiet, so far away, it might have been her imagination...

    With one last final glance at her mother, she slipped out of the den. The quarter moon was in the middle of the sky, shining brightly down on the camp. Her blue-gray pelt helped her slightly as she crouched in the ferns next to the den.

Nothing seemed too suspicious. Longtalon, a brown tabby, was positioned at the entrance, looking extremely sleepy. Every time his head drooped too far he'd snap it back up, look around wearily, then repeat.

    Perhaps it had been him who snapped the twig. Mythkit drooped her ears in disappointment and made to go back into the den.

    And that's when it happened.

A gray tom leaped out of the shadows and slapped one paw over Longtalon's mouth and another over his neck. Longtalon's eyes turned to full moons as he struggled to breathe and get away.

"Stop!" Mythkit cried, sprinting at full force at Longtalon's attacker. "Stop it!"

The gray tom looked shocked for a moment, but then he smirked and collided the side of his paw with Longtalon's head. The warrior's eyes rolled back into his head as he slumped to the ground, letting out a small moan.

Then the gray tom strode towards Mythkit, slamming his paw into her head as well, and darkness swept over her.

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Tremor felt a smirk appear on his face as he watched the blue-gray kit slump to the ground. She had been easily knocked unconscious.

He then looked at the tabby, who was stumbling to his feet. Before he could shout "Intruder!" Tremor's back foot collided with his windpipe. The tabby gasped. The idiot has probably never been attacked so dirty before.

After Tremor had completely knocked him out (it involved a lot of paws to the head) he straightened, gazed around at the dens to make sure nobody had been awoken by the silent tussle or the kit's squeaky yells, and picked up the kit by the scruff. She stirred slightly but didn't wake up.

Just as he was wondering how to carry the warrior, a black cat swooped into the entrance. Tremor jumped, then exhaled after realizing they were friends and not foes.

    Blade studied the unconscious kit, and after glaring at Tremor, swept his gaze around the camp. He studied the darker corners and crevices longer that Tremor did, and the gray tom instantly felt like an idiot.

    Then the black tom grabbed the warrior's scruff in his teeth and hauled him outside the entrance. Tremor glared and followed, prepared to tell Blade he wasn't allowed to have any credit for his work.

    They walked for quite a while. They exited Moonclan territory through the back, and went around the sides of the four territories, as to not cut through and create suspicion. Blade froze as they arrived at the field behind Lightclan.

   "What is it?" Said Tremor in a low voice, setting the blue-gray kitten in the grass so he could talk.

    Blade didn't answer at first. His nose twitched and he looked around wearily. Then he set the warrior down to speak as well.

    "Clan cats were here," Blade growled. He had a deep, raspy voice, that always sent shivers down Tremor's spine.

    "How do you know?"

    "I can smell them, you idiot," said Blade. "Sunclan... And Darkclan..." His fangs showed as he spoke. "And another rogue."

    "Is he part of our..." Tremor asked quietly. "...our group?"

    Blade paused, but he suddenly smirked. Tremor had never seen him smile before.

    "Oh, don't worry, this rogue is definitely part of our group."