Twoleg Nest

So, we go trash a Twoleg Nest.

Er, because:

a) They stole a kit
b) They poisoned our food sources, like the river or the trees, etc.
c) They're cutting down trees
or
d) Cuz we feel like it.

So...yeah. Continue

e) Because it's fun
f) Because we're hooligans
g) We dislike Twolegs because they're fat

They stole a kit, um, Duskkit, and they're playing in the forests, moors, and along the rivers. *scream* I'll eat them! *charges forward, jaws gaping*

Um...I didn't really get that...so...let's pretend they stole a kit from each clan? we can't ALL go rushing off for one little kit.

"No! Max! STOP!" Tawnypelt shrieked as the scrawny Twolegs snatched some mewling kits, while other pointed firesticks at Max. Other cats gathered, looking stricken, but they couldn't get near the kits with the gaurding Twolegs poised to kill.

(Isn't firesticks in Seekers...?)
Um.
The Twolegs fled, and they dissapered out of sight. Max, Tawnypelt and Nightfrost stared at each other, looking scared. Brightstar yowled, "we must get the kits back! Twolegs cannot take our kits." And with that, cats raced after the Twolegs, shrieking battle cries and yowling insults and the Twolegs.

"STOP!!" Tawnypelt clambered on top of Max. Most of the cats stopped. Tawnypelt usually didn't yell. "We can't just rush off like this. We need a battle plan, position, backup warriors. If we just rush off like this, most of us will likely get hurt. Or killed," she added frankly.

Echosong and Crystaldance nodded, agreeing. "Don't forget about injuries," they meowed. Monkeystar lashed his bushy tail. "We have to get Brackenkit back!" Lotusstar nodded. "Fleetkit," she meowed. "Ripplekit," Brightstar said. Icestar mewed, "Duskkit!"

"Okay, so whats the plan?" Nightfrost asked.

Tawnypelt looked at Shadowstorm. He usually organized all the raids and hunting parties, with logical statistics and mathematical theories that made her head hurt.

"Um... Shadowstorm? Do you have a plan?" asked Nightfrost.

(Okay, We can't just wait forever for Shadowstorm to come on. So...)

The clan deputies decided that the cats would divide into groups of three, and every cat needs to be from different clans in each group. Then they were supposed to trail the twoleg scent from all directions, with backup in case needed. Then...hopefully they weren't too far, and they could attack the lanky twolegs and get the kits back.

"Lets go!" THe clan leaders yowled, and the warriors divided evenly, darting into the shadows.

(yaay! fun! hopefully we get to go inside the nest, and then mess everythin up!)

NIghtfrost's patrol creeped into the nest. Twolegs things were everywhere, on these wooden sticks with a flat wooden part on it. "What is that?" asked Aspenfern in a whisper, waving her tail towards a towering black rectangle. "I don't know..." replied Nightfrost. They creeped around until Ivyshine whispers "I've got a trail!" The cats rushed to her side and immediatly smelt the kits warm milky scent.

(is it too late to join?)

Dustkit had a very distinct scent, and Cheesefur could smell hints of the musky warm scent in the air from her position as backup. She padded along the moss lined brush and finally laid down for a little rest. None of the patrols had signaled for help yet.

Whitefire, Shadowclan medicine cat, glanced down at the bundle of herbs beside her feet. "Hurry up. Just get the kits. Be safe.", she muttered to her self repeatedly. She could here the voices of cats inside; they must have found a trail!!! "Come on Duskkit!", she meowed. She started kneading the ground in front of her with her paws as she anxiously waited for the warriors to return.

Cheesefur could hear the sounds of Twolegs raging. they were saying strange words the cast had never heard of before like "Idiot!" and "Stoooooooopid!"

Tawnypelt felt torn. Either she could go headfirst into the fight...or stay as backup. The twolegs are making such a storm of noise, the kits must be deaf by now, she thought. Then she darted into the shadows, worming through a crack in the twoleg nest. "Duskkit?" She meowed softly.

Whitefire could hear the twolegs talking together inside the nest. AThey're so loud they'll scare all the prey away, even in Shadowclan territory!! The medicine cat strained her ears and closed her eyes. She could barely hear the whisper of Tawnypelt's voice, but it soon faded away so all Whitefire could do was wait for them and pray to Starclan that the will be safe.

Cheesefur detected her Clanmate's scent from far away. But it was getting fainter, so Cheesefur knew she was making her way to the Twoleg's nest. There was a sudden yowl, and a huge gust of wind as the cats of all clans came back with Dustkit.
"Yes!" Tawnypelt meowed happily.
"Now we just have the other three to go," Nightfrost said.

Just as Whitefire started counting her herbs she heard cats running and the faint sound of a mewling kit. Duskkit!!! She recognized the Shadowclan kit's scent straight away. Whitefire rushed over to Duskkit and the other warriors. "Thank you!", she told them. "I'll take him from here." She picked up Duskkit by the scruff of his neck and carried him over to her pile of herbs. The medicine cat started licking the mewling kit and telling him that it'll be okay now. She gave him some herbs to calm him and then both cats sat and waited for the rest of the kit's arrival.

Yayz whitefire with her herbs

Nightfrost said "We'll do the same formation for the othe kit (whats his name?). If you are in danger, yowl and everycat," she glared around "EVERYCAT must retreat."
Everyone nodded, and they split up again.

Tawnypelt squirmed under Nightfrost's gaze. It would be hard to let the kits stay in the greedy clutches of Twolegs if someone yowled. But then again, if she disobeyed Nightfrost...

She darted back into the Twoleg nest. The squeaky voices of the hairless twolegs were nearer...along with the sour scent of the kits' fear. Well, at least two kits were afraid. The innocent smelll of curiosity also reached her nose...but she couldn't tell which kit wasn't afraid. "I'm coming!" She whispered. Where in starclan were the other cats? The stink of Twoleg trash clogged her nose.

Please don't yowl, please don't yowl, I'm so close....

"(Kits name)!!!!" NIghtfrost yowled, quietly. She smelled the horrible sour scent of the kits fear, but for somereason, couldn't find the other kit!!! "(Kits name), Where is (other kits name)...?" the kit mewled wealky and shakily. "he... he... went exploring. He said he'd be back but didn't come back yet!!!!!"

Tawnypelt stumbled into some dark Twoleg room, nearly crashing into Nightfrost and a tiny shaking thing...at first she thought it was a rat, but then she realized it was a kit. "Ripplekit!" She exclaimed. Nightfrost told the the bad news. "Well, we found Duskkit. Here's Ripplekit. Where's Fleetkit and Brackenkit?" Tawnypelt asked.

Cheesefur was now almost asleep. it didn't seem like the cats needed any reinforcements.
Just then, the scent of another clan mixed in with a warm fresh scent.
"Hello?" she mewed softly. There was a quiet rustle followed by a startled "Mew!" as a stray kit ran off in the direction of the Twoleg nest.

"Oh no!" cried Cheesefur. Fleetkit was heading straight for the monsters! "Fleetkit! Come back!" Cheesefur yowled nad raced after him. All the drowsiness from before vanished as she desperatly pounded after the frightened kit, scared that he would get hit by a monster.