Rainkit opened her eyes, suddenly scared. The den she was in was not Snowclan's! Suddenly, she remembered that she and Sunkit  had been stolen and had been held hostage by Nightclan.

Her brother had the same reaction, then he remembered the same thing.He glared at the warriors padding around camp.

"My name is Stormheart." The gray queen meowed. "If you need anything, just ask."

We don't need you! Sunkit thought furiously. But he just meowed,"Whatever."  Rainkit put her ears back, looking at Stormheart.

"Why did your Clanmates  s-steal us?" She stuttered. "We had no kits, because one of the queens died along with her her own." Stormheart explained, her voice cracking with grief. "That gives you no right to steal us!" Sunkit yowled defiantly. Stormheart shook her head. "My dears, my clan did what was best for us. I know one of the Snowclan queens is expecting kits." She meowed softly.

"What about our mother?!" Sunkit snarled. "What about her feelings? How would you feel if someone stole your kits!" He screeched, his eyes flamed with fury.

Rainkit cowered against the nursery wall. Sunkit had never been this angry! She glanced at stormheart. Dumb shecat! She thought. What about our Clan and mother? Did you think they'd forget about us just like that?

Stormheart sighed. "Your Clan will understand. These are hard times for Nightclan. You will understand once you are trained." She whispered softly.

Those words were not the best choice. "I hope my mother and Clan storm through here and shred you and all of your clanmates! They will not forget Rainkit and me!" Sunkit shrieked in fury.

Suddenly, Rainkit heard yowling. She also smelled the scent of...Snowclan! Her clan had come to rescue them! There's Frostwing, Grasspelt,... And Darkfeather!  She also saw many of her other clanmates, fighting furiously to take back the kits. She suddenly spotted Whiskerheart stalking towards the nursery. But Stormheart spotted him, and to rainkit 's dismay, she yowled loudly, alerting Pouncetail. Before Whiskerheart could grab the kits, Pouncetail jumped on him and sank his sharp teeth into Whiskerheart's neck.

"No!" Rainkit yowled, trying to claw out of the nursery, but Stormheart had her paw over her tail. Rainkit watched in horror as Whiskerheart twitched twice, then fell, dead, blood dripping from his fatal wound. Suddenly, Grasspelt pounced on the Nightclan deputy.

"Run to camp!" Grasspelt yowled though a mouthful of fur. Rainkit turned around, and bit Stormheart's paw. Not waiting to hear her furious yowl, she and Sunkit escaped out of the nursery, heading for the Nightclan exit.

Rainkit stopped in the middle of the forest, her paws aching from running. Her brother nudged her to her paws. They still had to cross the river that bordered Snowclan from Nightclan.

"Look! The stepping stones!" Sunkit meowed excitedly. All of her exhaustion forgotten, she quickly followed her brother over the slippery stepping stones

A few hours later, the patrol that had rescued Rainkit and Sunkit followed behind them, carrying Whiskerheart's body."Want me to carry you?" Grasspelt asked. "Yes please!" Mewed Rainkit, relived to be carried. Sunkit was being carried by frostwing. They arrived at camp.
Suddenly, Crowstar burst out of his den. "Did you get the kits?" He asked desperately. "Yes Crowstar." Grasspelt meowed. "Where is Whiskerheart? Is he with you?" Crowstar meowed impatiently. Then he saw Whiskerheart's body, blood still trickling from the gash on his neck.

"Who.... did this?", He meowed, shuddering with rage and grief.(Whiskerheart was his son) "While he was trying to rescue the kits, Pounceheart leaped on him." Grasspelt meowed with sadness. "But I avenged his death." He added.

"Good!" Crowstar snarled. He turned to Rainkit and Sunkit. "Go to the nursery." He meowed more softly. Your mother will be expecting you.

In fact, after the battle, Nightfeather had been ordered back to camp, because none of the warriors knew that she followed them. When Rainkit and Sunkit entered the nursery, she purred loud enough to shake starclan.

" I have some great news!" She purred. "Tomorrow you two will be 8 moons old." Rainkit gasped, and Sunkit leaped into the air, barley missing the nursery ceiling. 'We are going to be apprentices!' Rainkit thought excitedly.