Darkkit POV:

Everything is according to plan. Soon, the WindClan patrol will be attracted by Smokekit's blood and then we will attack. We will pulverize them out of existence and leave their bones to rot. Then we can kill Smokekit and rub their pelts over her. Use their claws to cut her throat. We can run home and blame it on the WindClan patrol. Yes, everything is going according to my plan.

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Smokekit POV:

I brace myself for death as a tan she-cat appears, followed by a brown Tom with black stripes and his rambunctious orange tabby apprentice, as well as an older light reddish-brown she-cat and her larger dark brown apprentice. The WindClan dawn patrol.

The tan she-cat steps forward and sniffs me. "ThunderClan. A kit by the looks of it. We should get it to Dusksun," she said. She turned to me before continuing, "It's okay. Dusksun is our medicine cat. We will get you back to ThunderClan soon. Who in StarClan did this to you?"

As if that was a cue, Darkkit leaps forward, yowling. At that, her entire gang jumps out and attacks the WindClan dawn patrol, claws out and kill-ready. In the killing frenzy, Darkkit looks positively evil, saliva dripping from her jaws, blood dripping from her claws, and her eyes wild and crazy, killing everything in sight.

Or trying to.

The WindClan cats prove better fighters than Darkkit probably anticipated. The apprentices aren't the best, but the adults knock enough kits away unconscious that the rest flee, leaving only Darkkit left fighting, protecting Nutkit's body. "You evil mange-pelts!" she yowls. "Fight me! Use your claws! Are you not really warriors?"

The youngest tabby apprentice jumps at his challenge, but his mentor holds him back. The tan she-cat easily knocks Darkkit out, as the tabby apprentice's mentor reprimands him, addressing him as Leafpaw.

Suddenly, they all turn to me. The tan she-cat demands, "Who did this to you?"

"My sister, Darkkit. The last one standing." I respond.

Stifling a growl, the tan she-cat introduces herself as Gorseheart, the deputy of WindClan. Then she instructs the brown apprentice, Barkpaw, to return to camp and inform Whitestar, WindClan's leader, of what happened. "We're getting you to Dusksun," she announces, speaking to me. "Brownstripe, Leafpaw, stay here and watch these impertinent kits. Make sure nothing happens while we're gone. Flowerpelt, help me carry... this kit." She turns to me once more, "What was your name again?"

"Smokekit," I respond weakly. The loss of blood is really getting to me now.

"And you know nothing of any more attacks?" She pries.

"All I know is that they were planning on going to ShadowClan next, but I know nothing more."

"You swear it on your life?"

"I swear it on my life," I reply, though my life doesn't seem that important at the moment.

Gorseheart glances down and appears shocked at the amount of blood that I have lost. "Flowerpelt, make sure she doesn't fall off my back," she commands, placing me there. I am too weak too move, or even protest. I feel myself fall unconscious to the long, swift strides of Gorseheart running.