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Posted January 28, 2014
The next morning, Novakit woke to the sound of claws scraping on a rock. She stood drowsily and stumbled over to Darkkit. "What are you doing?" Novakit asked. No reply came for a while except for more scraping. "Sharpening my claws." He replied easily. Novakit rolled her eyes. She went and woke Winterkit and Foxkit. "Let's go." Foxkit meowed. The four cats set off. Darkkit caught three mice. He tortured them, but he caught food anyways. The shes felt wrong eating it. They were five moons old now. Novakit and the others wanted their destination to come fast. They started to hear odd noises and smell scents of other cats. They were weary and settled down after a half a day of walking. They slept for an hour, then set out again. They smelled a line of scents. "What now?" Novakit asked. They all shrugged. "Maybe this is the border that marks those cat clans that mom told us about." Foxkit meowed, sniffing the scent mark. The pine trees beyond looked forbidding for any cat like the she cats. "Perhaps you are right." A voice growled. A group of four cats stepped out of the forest. Three bared their teeth. The other was looking at them with her large amber eyes. The largest, a black and gray tom stepped forward. "You are not welcome here!" He growled. The other two flanked him. One was a dark gray, and the other a russet. They were both toms. The other two growled, as if to agree. The pretty tan she stepped forward. "Darkblaze, I think Silverstar would welcome them into ShadowClan with open paws." The she said. "Are you mouse-brained, Tawnyfoot? These could be spies!" Darkblaze meowed. "Right, Crowtalon and Ferrettooth?" The tom, Crowtalon nodded, his large gray head boqing. So did Ferrettooth. A sixth cat padded in. "Take them to our camp." He meowed. His silver pelt shining. Ghe group of four lead them to a clearing and to a certain den at the roots of a tree. "You may stay here under Tawnyfoots care. She has two kits of her own. Go inside." Ferrettooth meowed, hate shining in his eyes. The four kits went inside, and saw two other kits. They ran over to their mother, Tawnyfoot, their brown pelts shning. "Rowankit, Mousekit m meet these four kits." Tawnyfoot meowed. "Hi! Who are you four!" Mousekit mrowed. "I am Whitekit, and these are my sisters, Foskit and Novakit. This is-" Whitekit explained, broken off by Darkkit. "I am Darkkit." He meowed. "Welcome to ShadowClan!" A voice said, they found it belonged to a strong silver tom, the same tom the saw in the forest. "I am Silverstar, and I will be your foster father now." He said. -&star- Thaks for reading! Check next result for more after I have had one review on this part. Again, thanks!