Dewkit ran into the forest, looking for her brothers.
"Stormkit!" She wailed. "Firekit!"

Why did I come out here? Dewkit wondered. I'm doing this for my brothers!

Dewkit, panicking even further, started running faster. She tripped over roots and fallen branches, and suddenly stopped.

"I'm lost!" Dewkit whimpered.

She tried scenting the air.
All I smell is wet grass! Dewkit frantically thought.

All of a sudden, leaves crunching sounded over the silent forest.
Oh no! A patrol! Dewkit scrambled to a bush.

She crouched down in a holly bush, the leaves pricking her fur and paws.
This better be worth it!

A patrol came over the hill.
Cloudypelt was leading, with Ashpelt following close behind. After a few moments, Quailheart came over the hill too with Petalpaw on her tail.
They stopped right by the holly bush Dewkit was crouching under, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Petalpaw, what can you smell?" Quailheart asked her apprentice.
Dewkit went cold as Petalpaw tilted her head up and sniffed.

"I can smell ThunderClan, duh." Petalpaw stated. Dewkit relaxed. She didn't say exactly what that ThunderClan scent was.
"Holly bush, and..."

Dewkit tensed again.

"Mouse!"
Petalpaw dropped into a hunting crouch, and stalked away. Quailheart leaped into a tree and followed. Cloudypelt and Ashpelt crept around Petalpaw's path, and the patrol disappeared.

But Dewkit's peace was short lived when she heard a shrill cry for help.
"HELP!"

Stormkit!