Smokekit POV:

Being the ugly, bullied runt, I have learned to sleep light. That was why it was a surprise to wake up to hearing "Wake up, sleepy dormouse," from Darkkit immediately followed by chorus of laughter from her gang of young fighters. We are only 5 moons old, but both of my sisters already have large "friend groups" as Icekit calls them or "gangs" as Darkkit calls them. Darkkit's gang is bullies that are determined to be the best fighters of the clan, not unlike Nightstalker's gang. Although many are older, even apprentices, Darkkit leads the gang; they fear her. Icekit's friends are mostly just social gossipers. I have no friends.

When Darkkit rouses you, you must obey unless you want a fight. Actually, it's that way with everything. I get up into a sitting position and stare groggily at the gang. I don't bother grooming myself, for I look awful either way. "You're coming with us, fleapelt. See if you can make yourself presentable?"

The gang laughs as I begin to groom myself. I ignore them and instead realize that it is the only sound. Swiftly glancing around, I see that it is still night. Darkkit cuffs me around the ears with her paw, claws sheathed. "Hurry up, fleakit. We're waiting."

I obey before standing up. "Now what?" I asked very quietly.

"Follow me," said Darkkit. "Formation Captive."

I watch as the gang surrounds me. As we leave camp, a long-haired black and gray 4-moon-old she-kit who stands at Darkkit's left side asks, "What are we doing today?"

"Nutkit," Darkkit says, "We are ambushing WindClan's dawn patrol. If we have time, we will go over to ShadowClan and spar with their young." She glances at me. "That is, if fleakit will get moving!" That is her favorite nickname for me.

In response to Darkkit's exclamation, I was prodded in the hindquarters with sharp claws, but not hard enough to draw blood. I struggled to keep pace while still moving quietly through the undergrowth. Because of my twisted foot, I have a slight limp.

Before long, we arrive at a scent trail that smells like ThunderClan parallel to a scent trail that smells strange. I must look confused, for Darkkit says, "It's the border with WindClan, fleabrain."

It was still dark, but the farthest edge of the horizon was light gray, soon to be rose. Our dawn patrol usually left not long from now. Ambush WindClan's dawn patrol... not such a good idea...

"Formation Ambush," announces, well, you know who.

Then, Darkkit does the unthinkable. Claws unsheathed, she slashed along my sides and forelegs before shoving me across the border. "Be still if you know what's good for you," she says before hiding under a dark bush at the center of their half-circle formation.

I do know what's good for me. What's good for me is getting home to Reedfur and not going anywhere with Darkkit again. But, being night, things like foxes are here to attack me, especially with all this blood. I hope that at least ThunderClan's dawn patrol will get here before WindClan's. Wait... foxbreath. Nightstalker is leading the dawn patrol. Obviously he arranged this. He will deliberately avoid this place and let Darkkit handle it. She could probably kill me and no cat would know.

Then, just as the light gray of the sky spreads and the pink sun has just appeared, I hear a rustling behind me as the WindClan patrol appears.

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I have four things to say.

One, thanks you so much for reading this story. It really means a lot to me.

Two, if you haven't already, please read the next chapter titled Darkkit's Formations. It will really help this chapter and future chapters make a lot more sense. It is a general guide that you can return to at any time. I will be updating it as I create more formations, but for now I have the basics.

Three, I would appreciate suggestions for the title picture of this chapter and future chapters. You can put these suggestions in the comments.

Four, I am still looking for ideas for future chapters so please comment your ideas!

Thanks!