Stormflame's POV:

The stormclouds had rolled in overhead as Stormflame made his way over the border and out into the vast moorland called the Leaf-bare Hunting Grounds. This area was only used during leaf-bare, and Stormflame knew it wasn't yet time for the clans to use it so he had to stay low incase someone saw him.

Thunder boomed and lightning lit up the already darkened sky. Stormflame felt a rush of adrenaline pass through him. He felt his storm powers rising up inside of him but he forced it down. "Now isn't the time to be practising my powers. I must hunt for my clan." He muttered to himself and sank to the ground behind a cluster of tall, dry grass.

Stormflame lifted his muzzle into the air and tried to pick up any scents of prey. The stale scent of fox reached his nose mixed with a hint of Monsterclan. It looked like Monsterclan had already hunted here. Maybe they are having prey shortages too?

That thought only brought worry to Stormflame's mind. A hungry clan can be a dangerous clan. They might try to attack for prey and territory. It was tough being in the middle of two strong clans. It was slightly unfair too; the bordering clans only had Lightclan to watch but Lightclan had both Magiclan and Monsterclan to keep in check.

A fat drop of rain plopped on Stormflame's nose, making him sneeze. He shook his head and looked up; as he predicted the rain had started. It was quite a large thunderstorm. Thunder roared and lightning flashed. Any prey stating out in this weather would be mouse-brained.

Stormflame stayed low to the ground as rain began to pelt down on him, quickly turning his pelt heavy and soaked.

At least my pelt is black. I can blend in. Stormflame tried to think of the positives of trying to hunt in a thunderstorm, alone and found few.

It was as if Starclan had felt sorry for him because, without warning, a rabbit burst from a few tail lengths in front of Stormflame and hared away. Stormflame didn't take long to pelt after it and quickly caught up and pounced on the rabbit, delivered the death blow and crouched over his prey, panting.

Once he caught his breath, Stormflame picked up the rabbit and with a quick "Thank you," to Starclan he trotted back towards the forest proudly.

Stormflame reached the forest and was about to take off at a run but he saw a cowering shape in the shelter of a bush and froze.

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Silverstar's POV:

Rain poured from the skys as Silverstar lay in her next in the Hightree. She was still awake, waiting for Stormflame to return from hunting. She prayed to Starclan he had found something, anything.

The warriors had gone to their den a while ago. Now the camp lay empty. In the distance, in the twolegplace, Silverstar could make out the orange glow of a fire. It seemed that a fire had started during the storm and it had burned down one of the twoleg dens. Silverstar wondered if any kittypets had been injured from the fire. They may be kittypets but they were still cats, however weird they may be.

Out of the corner of her eye, Silverstar saw a cat slink into camp. Two shapes were in the cat's jaws. One big and one small, the size of a kit.

Silverstar emerged from her den and climbed down the Hightree and towards the cat. It turned out to be Stormflame and Silverstar purred, "You found prey!"

"I caught a rabbit." Stormflame replied briskly and set down the rabbit on the tiny pile. Rain soaked his fur and he shook it out, spraying Silverstar with droplets of water.

Silverstar was about the ask about the second prey item in his jaws but he answered her question before she could utter a word, "And a kit."

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Clearlight's POV:

"A kit?!" A yowl came from outside the den followed by a high-pitched squeak of a kit. Clearlight grumbled and rolled out of his nest and stumbled out of the warriors den.

"Watch it!" Came a sleepy growl from Demonpelt as Clearlight stepped on her paw. Clearlight didn't even bother saying sorry and stepped out of the den and into the strong rain. The moon was covered by clouds so Clearlight couldn't make out much but he saw what looked like Silverstar, Stormflame and a kit...

"What's this kit doing here?!" Clearlight growled and stalked towards the leader and deputy. He noticed a flash of fear cross over Stormflame's icy blue eyes.

Silverstar flicked her ears towards Clearlight and meowed, "I don't know but we must take this kit to Nutwhisker and get to shelter before we all freeze."

Clearlight shrugged, "I'll go wake Nutwhisker." He trotted into the medicine den and saw Nutwhisker sitting inside his nest, staring at the wall of the medicine den dreamily. Clearlight eyed the medicine cat carefully. It was then that Clearlight realised something and it caused a sharp pang of guilt and regret.

Nutwhisker lost both of his parents when Skystar died.

Clearlight had completely forgotten about Nutwhisker, one of his only surviving kits. The poor medicine cat had to cope through losing his mother alone. The thoughts began to build up inside of Clearlight's head and he shook his head violently to clear his mind before calling out, "Nutwhisker?"

The brown tom flinched and turned his green gaze towards Clearlight, "Yes?"

Clearlight found himself staring into Nutwhisker's eyes; they were the exact same shade as his mother's. "There is a kit Stormflame brought in." Clearlight had to force out his words because he was so lost in thought and his voice sounded strained thanks to that.

"A kit? At this time? A clan kit? Kittypet? Where is their mother?" Nutwhisker's questions rushed from his mouth and Clearlight ended up yowling.

"I don't know! Go ask Silverstar and Stormflame!"

A feeble mew sounded behind Clearlight and he spun around to see Stormflame and Silverstar trudge into the medicine den, holding the kit in their jaws.

Out of the rain, it was clearer to see the kit and it was obvious the kit had been abandoned. Her brown tabby pelt was thin and tangled. Her bones jutted out from beneath her fur and her eyes were stretched wide from pain and absolute terror.

Clearlight pressed himself against the wall of the den and let Nutwhisker through to examine the kit.

The brown medicine cat carefully took the kit and set her down on some moss. He darted into his herb store and came back holding poppy seeds and thyme. He looked up at Stormflame, "Get some food for this kit. As fresh as possible."

Stormflame nodded and darted out of the den.

Nutwhisker pawed the thyme towards the kit and whispered kindly and gently, "Eat this." The kit, unbelievably, ate the thyme hungrily. "She must be starving if she could eat thyme so willingly.." Nutwhisker mumbled and sniffed the kit before gasping. "Everyone stand back! Don't touch her!"

"Why?" Stormflame wondered as he trotted back in, carrying the rabbit in his jaws.

"She has greencough!"

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