Tornado padded out of her housefolk's den into the moonlight with a yawn. The night was bright, due to the strange trees on the edges of the road that lit up when it got dark. The plants in her fenced-in territory cast strangely-shaped shadows onto the grass.

Suddenly a sound came from beyond her fence, where the other housefolk's cats lived. She instantly dropped into a crouch, sneaking to the edge with wide eyes. Peeking out, she saw the outline of a big tom. He's getting too close to my territory.

Tornado leapt over the fence and landed squarely on the tom's dark gray tabby shoulders.

"Aargh!" He grunted, trying to shove her off.

Although the tom was bigger, Tornado clung to him with her claws unsheathed, digging into his fur.

"Get off me, you crazy thing!" He growled.

"No way! You are too close to my territory! You have to pay!"

As she scratched him more, a voice erupted from the shadows. "Hey! Who are you? Get away from here!" Another body attacked Tornado from the side and she hit the ground with a thud.

"I'm not giving up yet!" She yowled, attacking the newcomer; a gray-and-white tom.

The other tom, the dark tabby, laughed, easily pinning her down on her back. "What are you doing on my territory?" He spat "spying?" He laughed again, mocking her.

"No!" Tornado yowled, struggling to be free of his grip. "You were too close to my territory! So I attacked!" She growled as menacingly as she could.

The tabby tom laughed, still keeping one white paw on her belly to hold her down. "But you didn't expect me to be so strong. Right?"

Now Tornado laughed. "Whatever! You are the worst at defending yourself! If your friend over there wouldn't have showed up, you'd be begging me for your life by now!"

The tabby pricked his ears, listening for something in the distance. "Hey, Hurricane," He said to the gray-and-white tom "Do you hear that? That must be those forest cats! C'mon, lets go show them who's boss!" Then, suddenly remembering Tornado, he added. "Hey, you." He loosened his grip on her. "You wanna come get in a real fight?"

Tornado considered. Well, I thought that was a real fight...but who are these forest cats he's talking about? I bet we can beat them! "Yes!" She meowed excitedly.

"Okay..." The tom called Hurricane reluctantly meowed. "But don't mess this up for us. This is the first time we've attacked them for real."

Tornado nodded and the toms led her out through a hole in the wooden fence. She was quivering with anticipation by the time they approached the group of forest cats.

Hurricane motioned for the other two cats to crouch down so they could spy a bit before the attack.

"...do you smell that?" One forest cat, a fluffy white tom, asked the others.

"Yeah. Definitely kittypets. They're close." A dark ginger she-cat sniffed the air.

Then all the cats paused, looking right at Tornado and the two toms crouched beside her in the leaves. Then suddenly, all the forest cats attacked at once, so fast that Tornado couldn't comprehend what was going on.

A golden tabby tom attacked her suddenly, scratching her across the muzzle. "Ouch!" She squealed, falling backward. The other cats weren't so tough! She attempted to kick the tom off, but he scratched her exposed belly hard.

"That's what you get for trespassing on Thunderclan territory!" He yowled, pummeling Tornado with his claws unsheathed.

Thunderclan? What's that? But before she could ask, the tom scratched her ear and blood poured down into her face, making it hard to see. I'm going to die!

Tornado thought of the cat who also lived with her housefolk. He was a black-and-white tom, and he was quite old, way older than herself; who was still not full grown yet. Oh, Maxwell. She thought of the cat she'd considered to be her father for quite sometime, although he was far too old to be even that. What have I gotten myself into?

All of a sudden, one of the forest cats yowled to the others. "Woah! Thunderclan! Stop the attack! These cats are hardly old enough to be apprentices!" It was a dark tabby tom.

Tornado could hardly breathe when the golden tom let her go. "Oh..." He whispered.

The ginger she-cat looked at the dark tabby and said something. "Maybe we should take them back to Leafpool and Jayfeather, Bramblestar. I feel horrible about all this. I didn't realize they were so young because their fur was so poofed up!"

Bramblestar nodded and told the white tom to help Hurricane, and then told the golden tabby to help Hurricane's friend. I need to learn his name. I did attack him after all. She thought, remembering seeing the tabby through the holes in her fence. I wonder if we'll ever see our own territories again.

Then Bramblestar padded up to her, grabbing her scruff just as she blacked out.