a/n Whoa, whoa, whoa. This was a long time ago (look at the pic)! Who remembers this? Actually, who's been reading my book since "Old Wattpad" lol? I guess here's some inspiration to help you grow if you're a FanFic writer like muah!

Don't hesitate to fix any of my dumb mistakes, too! :) I appreciate it.

Delicate wings fluttered with grace around the air, beating gently with a soft rhythm. The creature—a small butterfly—landed on a flower tucked by the roots of a small oak tree, and it began to suck on the nectar. After it was finished, it launched into the air again and began to fly into a different direction, perhaps to where another flower was. Little did the butterfly know that it had already gotten a taste of its last meal.

A black shadow leaped into the air with outstretched paws, and had pinned down the butterfly by its wings on the bare forest ground. The butterfly struggled, but it was no match for the kitten that had it pinned. With weight as light as a feather, it couldn't even compare to its attacker.

The kit's black tail flicked with pride. "I told Dewkit that I knew how to hunt!" she puffed angrily, releasing her paws from the already dead butterfly. "I wish he were here. If I tell him about it, he won't believe me." She gave a deep sigh and looked up at the branches above-head. Suddenly, her spirits lifted. Perhaps some tree-climbing would cheer me up! she thought, quickly forgetting her foolish despair.

With excitement, she raced towards the nearest tree. "Hmm, how do I do this again?" she muttered to herself, closely examining the dark wood. "I remember Blackpaw once telling me that it has something to do with my claws . . ." She placed her tiny paw onto the bark of the tree and sunk her claws into the wood. It was softer than she'd imagined! Maybe instead of pulling herself up, she'd have to walk up as if she were walking normally on the ground? She didn't know much about climbing, except for that one time she ambushed Shadekit by hiding out on top of the nursery, and pounced on him when he got close.

She'd never seen him so mad, and he was already a grumpy denmate!

The bushes behind her rattled, and Ravenkit jumped with fear at the sudden noise, quickly whirling around. She half expected a fox or a badger to appear into the open space, but there was nothing there. I'd better get up this tree fast before I get caught by Icestar's patrol! she decided, gazing up at the tall oak.

Pushing her thoughts behind her head, she leaped onto the bark, claws sinking into the wood, allowing her to stick easily. Nervously, she unhooked one of her forepaws and tried to grip a branch above-head, but her legs trembled from carrying her own weight that she wasn't used to. She tried to ignore it and grabbed on to a sturdy-looking branch, and she hauled herself up with force. Once she steadied herself on top of it, she looked down, feeling successful . . . only to find out she hasn't gone too far up.

"Mouse-dung, this is hard!" she muttered to herself, and she turned to look up at the top of the tree once more. It'd take far too long to get up there!

Suddenly, she heard a familiar yowl. "Ravenkit! Where are you?"

Ravenkit jumped with shock, but she had no time to react. Instantly, her claws seemed to unhook from the tree and she lost her footing. The next thing she knew, she had hit the floor, her body sprawling over the the forest ground with pain.

Dewkit gasped, surprise in his eyes. "Oh Ravenkit! Are you alright?" His blue eyes scanned over his sister worriedly.

Ravenkit felt a bit annoyed that Dewkit had actually decided to follow her out into the open. She was even more annoyed, though, at the fact that he caused her to fall from the tree. "I could never be better," she muttered, her voice reflecting on her attitude.

Though Dewkit seemed to pick up her demeanor, he shrugged it off. "Anyways, let's get back to camp—"

"No!" Ravenkit suddenly cut off. "You go back. I want to explore!" Quickly, she scrambled to her paws, regaining her balance. For a moment, she was mad at Dewkit for being so annoying, until she saw a long thin, light scratch running down his side. "Oh StarClan! What happened to you?" she exclaimed, suddenly worried.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Her eyes stared at the scratch and he finally got the hint to turn around. Once he spotted his scratch, he said, "Oh yeah, that. I got it from climbing out the tunnel. It's no big deal, really."

"You'd better clean it up," Ravenkit said. "What if it gets infected?"

"Small cuts like this can't get infected," Dewkit objected. "What are you, the medicine cat?"

Ravenkit flared. "No, I'm just trying to help!"

He sighed and looked around the trees. "Help me find a cobweb or something so I can patch it up." She gave him a confused glance, so he explained, "I noticed how Sweetheart puts cobwebs to close up cuts, so I think it's worth a try."

"Oh, that's right!" she mewed, remembering seeing that on a few cats due to the Dark Battle when she was really young. They began to pad through the forest as they searched around the trees and hollows. "I wish I knew where to find it, though . . ."

"It could be anywhere, right?" Dewkit's eyes looked within a small den dug under an elm. "Oh, wait! I see some!" He stuck his head through the small opening as he looked around. Ravenkit watched. Finally, his head emerged from the hole once more with his nose scrunched up in disgust, though a wad of cobwebs hung from his mouth. After spitting out the cobwebs, he said, "The stench in there is terrible! I wonder if that's a fox den."

"Wow," Ravenkit gasped. "Do you think we'll see an actual fox?" Her mind suddenly whizzed with excitement as her thoughts wandered off. She imagined the fox coming here to find them . . . but she'd leap up and fight it off! When she returned to MoonClan with the fox's pelt dragging behind her, Icestar would have to make her a warrior! Only that it wouldn't happen.

"We have cobwebs, so let's get out of here," mumbled Dewkit. "Foxes are scary. Haven't you seen the wounds Sharpfang showed us?"

"They're no worse than a cat," retorted Ravenkit, "because Icestar's scars were caused by cat claws, not fox claws. That obviously means that we'd be stronger than the fox."

Dewkit rolled his eyes and began to trot away with the wad of cobwebs. Ravenkit raced after him, a bit disappointed. She'd hoped that he would stay, but it's probably for the best that they went somewhere else to tend to Dewkit's wounds.

Once they had gotten far enough from the fox den, the territory was now unfamiliar. Though Ravenkit wasn't afraid, she was eager to see what the forest had in store for her. As long as I get back to camp before Icestar and Silverleaf, I'll be fine, she reassured herself.

Dewkit sat himself in front of a bush with tiny budding leaves on its branches. She followed and sat beside him, licking his wound clean. "I'll help," she said between licks. "I don't think you'll be able to reach back here anyway."

"Thanks," said Dewkit. Then, he took a deep breath. "I feel that I'm going to get in trouble for my wound. Silverleaf is gonna question why I have it—"

"Tell her to you tripped on a thorn."

"—but then she'll be mad that I didn't go to Sweetheart to tend to it."

Once Ravenkit saw that she'd done a good job, she took the wad of cobwebs in her mouth and messily began to cover the wound. "Don't worry," she stated smoothly. "I'll make sure we get back fine and no one will know a thing!"

"I bet someone already noticed us go!" snapped Dewkit. "Shadekit is sharp."

"He was talking to Sagepelt when we left!" she objected, angrily pressing down the cobwebs to make sure that they'd stick fine.

Her brother flinched away from her. "Ow, that hurt!" he snapped. "And I bet they're long done talking now! Maybe Icestar already got to camp—and its all your fault. If you'd of never left we wouldn't be in trouble."

Her head was starting to grow hot with fury. "We didn't even get in trouble, don't jump to conclusions, mouse-brain!" For a moment, they glared at each other with hostility, before Dewkit took a deep sigh and looked away. Ravenkit didn't take her gaze off her brother.

He shouldn't of followed me if he was going to complain about being in the forest! she thought. Why is Dewkit so complicated? She sighed, shaking her head. Her brother was too good to be true; he only wanted to please their parents. Ravenkit was determined to follow her own path, because after all, there were so many things she wanted to do in her Clan different than everyone else.

I do want to be a warrior, she thought, but I long for something more!

"Come on, let's go back to camp," mumbled Dewkit. He stood up and began to pad away.

Ravenkit sighed. "Alright, fine. I guess we've had enough of an adventure." She paused, and looked at her surroundings. "But wait . . . do you remember the way back?" The territory they were now in was very unfamiliar. She wondered if they traveled far enough to have gotten lost. No! she reassured herself. We can find our way back.

"I don't remember the way!" Dewkit gaped. "Are we—"

"No, we're not! This is MoonClan territory and we're MoonClan cats. It shouldn't be that hard finding our way around, right?"

Dewkit looked at his sister unsurely, and his tail flicked before he opened his jaws to taste the air. For a moment, Ravenkit wondered what he was doing, before she realized that he was trying to find the way in which they came from through scent. She did the same and turned to a different direction, breathing in the scents around her. The only thing she seemed to pick up were herbs . . . leaves . . . perhaps prey in their burrows, too. Suddenly, a terribly pungent scent entered her nose.

She slowly turned to Dewkit. "Do you smell that?" she asked, a slight trace of fear in her voice.

He nodded eagerly. "Yes! I think I found the way back to camp!" he exclaimed, excitement traveling throughout his whole body.

For a moment, Ravenkit felt a bit relieved. Then, she remembered the strange scent and moved in close to Dewkit, whispering, "There's someone lurking around here. And it's not a MoonClan cat!"

Dewkit froze. "Now that you mention it, I smell something terrible!"

A moment of silence erupted between the two kits as they cautiously looked around. Who is it? thought Ravenkit. CloudClan? MarshClan? Her shoulder pressed with Dewkit's small body, and she looked up, trembling with fear as she heard a twig snap.

A few tail-lengths away, stood an extremely battle-scared tom with very broad shoulders, bared teeth and outstretched claws. She could see that his fur was once a magnificent yellow, but now it was stained heavily, looking like a dirty, unkept and matted dark brown.

Dewkit finally saw him too and flinched.

"Come out, little kits," snarled the tom. "I won't kill you, I just want a bite . . ." When he turned in the direction of Ravenkit and Dewkit, Ravenkit swore that she saw a menacing look in his eyes. She was terrified that he'd seen her for a moment, before he walked on by, not leaving the area. "Come out, kits, or I'll find you!"

Ravenkit looked at her brother. "We have to run," she mouthed.

His eyes grew round his fear and he shook his head immediately.

"Trust me!" she mouthed again. All we have to do is follow the scent back to camp. Once we get there, some cat can help us! she replayed in her mind. It had to work! But first, she had to make sure Dewkit was ready to bolt. This tom had a crazed look in his eye, and if any of them got caught, who knows what would become of them . . .?

I'll never see Icestar or Silverleaf again! she thought with fear.

Finally, after a moment of waiting, Dewkit gave a small nod. In that moment, Ravenkit's heart pounded in her chest, and she nervously looked at the tom. His back was turned; they could do it. She looked at Dewkit and nodded back, and in that instant, the two of them hared through the undergrowth.

For a moment, Ravenkit was convinced that she could get to camp without being seen, but she suddenly heard the tom yowl. "There you are! Running like rabbits!" He instantly began to pelt after them, and Ravenkit's fear grew twicefold. How could they possibly outrun a full-grown rogue?

That thought didn't stop her. She pushed herself to run faster at her brother's side. In the distance, she could see the camp walls forming. They hadn't been too far at all! Without risking a glance back at the tom, she already knew that he was gaining on them. Please, don't catch us! Leave us be! Icestar, Silverleaf; help! she thought, wishing she was with the protection of her parents again.

They were so close to the camp. The small hole that she had made to escape was coming in view, and she braced herself to ram right through. Wait! she thought. I have to let my brother get in first! She skidded to a halt at the entrance.

Dewkit's wild eyes met her's. "What are you doing?" he demanded. They risked a swift glance at the tom. One leap and he'd get them!

"Go!" she yowled, shoving him through the tiny entrance. Dewkit had no choice but to go first. After she had made sure he was in, she slipped into the hole as well, wishing she were smaller. Thorns had scraped against her pelt when she rushed through. As she burst through the other side, back into camp, she thought she had finally gone to safety.

Then suddenly, a crash sounded behind them. The rogue had bashed through the small entrance, making it big enough for a full-grown tom to fit in now. His pelt was bloody and covered in thorns, leaves and branches. He looked at Ravenkit, and hooked his claws on her tail as she tried to scramble away.

Her screech pierced the air, and Dewkit looked at her with fear. "Ravenkit!"

Ravenkit's tail erupted with pain as the tom dragged her close. "I caught you!" he said triumphantly, the craze never leaving his voice. "My prey!"

She struggled like crazy against his grip, but she couldn't get free. He grabbed her by her scruff and easily lifted her. He almost left, until several cats had immediately emerged by the side of the den. Sagepelt's voice was the loudest. "Let her go!" she demanded, her fur bristling with rage. "You are outnumbered!"

Blackpaw was standing slightly behind Stonetooth and Rosepetal, who were sending out threatening hisses. Swiftbreeze was also there, her teeth bared and her growl loud. Berrykit and Shadekit were at Sagepelt's side. She tried nosing them away, but they wouldn't leave.

Dewkit looked up at Ravenkit, then bravely at the rogue. "Let my sister go!" he demanded.

Ravenkit felt weak, weaker than newborn Smokekit could possibly be. She felt smaller than him, too. She was humiliated, scared, in pain, and guilty. This was all her fault! If only she never schemed!

The rogue refused to let her go, and he turned to run at the opening he created. Swiftbreeze was faster, though. Her long legs pushed her off the ground and she leaped, landing on the tom's back instantly. He let Ravenkit go, and she fell to the ground with a thud. Dewkit, Shadekit and Berrykit were at her side immediately, helping her up and leading her away.

"Don't worry, you're safe," Berrykit said reassuringly. "All those warriors are beating that rogue to the ground!"

Dewkit buried his nose in her black fur. "I thought you were a goner!" he cried. "I was so scared!" In response, she gave him a small purr.

Shadekit being Shadekit had nothing to say as they helped her to the medicine den. Sweetheart rushed to Ravenkit's side and gently scooped her up, gesturing for Dewkit to follow. Shadekit padded away, but Berrykit followed, obviously worried for her denmate.

As they got inside the medicine den, Sweetheart put her on the makeshift nest. "Tell me what hurts," the medicine cat ordered as she readied some herbs.

"M-mostly my tail, and my neck. My scratches sting, too," she mumbled. "My brother's also got a mean scratch under those cobwebs of his."

"I'm fine, please tend to my sister," he said, backing away.

Sweetheart nodded. "Very well. Your mother and father and going to want to hear about this when they return from DarkClan's old territory."

Ravenkit gulped. I'm in for some big trouble . . .