Firekit poked his head out of the nursery, ducking under Lilyfur. Her expression terrified him.
Did someone die? He wondered.

"Lilyfur?" He asked. "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer. Without a word, she darted out of the nursery and into the battle.
But, actually, she wasn't fighting. All she was doing was weaving through the fighting cats, making her way towards...
The camp entrance! Firekit thought, infuriated. Coward!

He growled, and was about to leap out of the nursery after her when a thought struck him.
Where are Stormkit and Dewkit?
Lilyfur... Her expression...
Oh.

He stopped himself from jumping out of the nursery, however much he wanted to.
All of a sudden, Firekit saw Dovestar. Her fur was matted with blood, and a gash was sliced down her leg. However, he eyes gleamed with triumph.

She was holding down Duskstar, her claws pressed against his throat.
"Leave." She snarled.
"And don't come back. This is our territory, and if you even think that you will ever take even one mouse length of it, your mistaken."

Duskstar snarled but gave in.

Dovestar let him up and he called out,
"ShadowClan, retreat!"
His cats darted out of the camp, but he lingered at the entrance.
"This means war." He snarled.

"And we won't show any mercy."