Picture above is of Fernkit.

A brown tabby tom burst into the camp, flanked by a black tom and a tortoiseshell she-cat.
"Duskstar!" Dovestar snarled, and leaped at the brown tabby, claws out.

Dewkit shivered with fear as a terrible scent filled the camp.
Is that ShadowClan scent? Dewkit thought. It smells horrible!

Screeches exploded as cat locked in battle with cat. The ShadowClan cats were advancing on the ThunderClan cats, and Dovestar was tussling with Duskstar.

The black tom she saw earlier sped over to help his leader, and when Dovestar was shoved off him, Duskstar murmured,
"Thanks, Shadeslash."

That's Shadeslash? Dewkit thought, remembering the stories she heard about the deputy. He looks scary!

She glanced at Stormkit, who was also shivering with fear.
"Let's get to the nursery!" He yelled, as a gray tom almost ran right over them.

The two kits sped across the camp, dodging fighting Warriors from both Clans. But when they were a few fox-lengths away from the nursery, a pitch black warrior picked them up.

Dewkit squirmed in the Warriors grasp, yelling.
"Let us go!" She screamed. "I don't want to die yet! Lilyfur!"

The warrior, ignoring the kits cries, sped to the camp entrance. Dewkit gave one last longing glance at the nursery before they were carried out of the camp.

And she saw Lilyfur's horrified face watching the capture with wide eyes.