Whitekit was scared, but she wouldn't show it. She needed to prove herself. If Starclan thought she couldn't be a leader, she hoped they were watching her fight. Throwing herself on top of the foxes back, she realised that it was a small cub. A perfect match, she thought. I can't wait to see the looks on my parents faces when they see this. But suddenly her triumphant manner was ended as the fox flipped on its side, throwing off Whitekit. Before she could react, the fox was there, raking its talons across her exposed underbelly. Then Silverkit came. She was on the fox in heartbeats, scratching the fox like a warrior. 

Whitekit didn't know how to feel. Angry that her sister had once again become the hero, or thankful she was alive. Whitekit made a feeble attempt to join Silverkit, but she couldn't move. After watching Silverkit for what felt like moons, the fox finally ran away. She expected her sister to at least check her, but instead she screeched at the top of her voice. "Leafpaw! Leafpaw!" Whitekit didn't know why it had to be Leafpaw. She was going to embarrass herself in front of the most beautiful cat in the clans. But she had seen the way Silverkit looked at him. Like she looked at her Clan leader. Admiration. Love. Sadness. 

Leafpaw was speaking, but the words took what felt like a moon to register. "It will be okay Whitekit. I'm here to help".