Moonkit let out a wail when I touched her. I picked up the silver tabby and held her firmly by the scruff. Sunbreeze grabbed Quailkit, and Wisppaw picked up Shadowkit. We made way to the LionClan camp, where we were greeted by several enthusiastic Clanmates. I strained over their heads to peer at Lakeheart. She was acting like I had joined the Dark Forest.
"Larksong!" Flamestar was stalking towards me, tail lashing angrily. Birchstar and Quickstar were exchanging worried glances. He shoved his muzzle up to my face.
"Where were you? We sent out a patrol of five cats every day to search for you! No true LionClan cat would leave us like that! You traitor!" He spat the last words like they were a curse.
Lakeheart was the next to hiss at me. "This is all your fault! If you hadn't run away like a coward, Crowpath wouldn't be lying in the medicine den, injured!"
Crowpath was hurt?
My sister then spun around and snarled at Sunbreeze. "And you shouldn't have left your deputy, of all cats! He looks half-dead already!"
She finished yowling at us and angrily stomped away to the medicine den. Sunbreeze set Quailkit down gently and muttered into my ear, "I think Lakeheart has a crush on Crowpath."
Birchstar and Quickstar padded over and grabbed Quailkit and Shadowkit, then gently nudged me in the direction of the nursery.
I curled up in a nest of moss and feathers, Moonkit, Quailkit, and Shadowkit eagerly bouncing around in the nursery, already two moons old. Nightleap grumbled, twisted around, and shoved her paws into her ears. Daisykit, Marigoldkit, Mintkit, Rockkit, Boulderkit, and Stonekit were play fighting with each other. Daisykit, Rockkit, and Stonekit were pretending to be LionClan, and Marigoldkit, Mintkit, and Boulderkit were pretending to be TigerClan. Sparkkit and Thrushkit were outside of the nursery, watching the pretend fight. Nightkit, Breezekit, and Wildkit were sleeping with Feathermist, already two moons old.
Then there was an alarmed yowl from Slashclaw, who was on High Watch, which was cut off abruptly. I shot out of the nursery, the kits all cuddling into the farthest corner of the nursery with Nightleap. What I saw almost tore my heart out.
Smoke was standing over Slashclaw, who had a long wound in his throat, bubbling out blood. Smoke swept his gaze over the crowd of cats. "Give me Larksong."
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