Moon after moon passed, and Swankit and her littermates grew. Swankit stayed leader of Kitclan and slowly more and more kits joined. Shadowkit became Shadowrush, and Fernkit became Fernsnap. Sapkit became Sapdawn and Grasskit became Grasswind. Orchardkit became Orchardflower. Tripkit became Tripflip, and Lilykit became Lilydawn although she didn't play much. She was more content to wander around camp with her mother Larkfeather and explore. Anyhow the day of apprenticeship was coming close for Swankit and her littermates so Kitclan was busy, Swankit had to decide out of her six warriors who would be leader and who would become the new medicine cat.

The sun's early morning rays slowly leaked into Vanillaheart's den awaking four kits to the new day.

Swankit stretched slowly a tired yawn escaping her. Her tail flicked lazily from side to side as she straightened. Her paws itched to run but she ignored the temptation, she was to be made a apprentice tomorrow. She had work to do. "Thornkit wake up!" Swankit urged nudging her brother. Thornkit's paws stretched out and his eyes reluctantly opened.

"I'm assuming you want me to wake Deerkit and Sandkit?" Thornkit asked tiredly.

"If you could that would be awesome! I'll go get the others." Swankit replied. She turned quickly and raced out of the den, her paws rejoicing in the soft grass that was now underpaw. Her mother was already up sending out the morning patrols and Creamstar was discussing something with Stagsoul and Blossombird. Her paws swiftly carried her to the nursery where she woke her warriors. Her heart pounded with excitement. She was going to go down in Kitclan history! She was the first leader of Kitclan and she was about to decide who ruled it! All of Kitclan gathered before the jutting rock and Swankit scrambled to it's top.

"Tomorrow Kitclan will have a new leader and a new medicine cat and deputy. My rein will be over but I hope Kitclan was made better by my time. So now since Sandslash cannot become leader as her time as deputy is over as well I must choose a new leader. Kitclan's new leader will be-"

Screeching and yowling inturupted Swankit's speech and frightened them all.
"What's t-that?" Grasskit whimpered pressing himself against Fernkit who was also trembling. Orchardkit fluffed out her fur and unsheathed her tiny claws, Sapkit was right behind her.

"Maybe Fierceclan's attacking!" Shadowkit exclaimed.

"Or Creekclan! Those fish-munchers!" Tripkit growled.

"Sandslash, Thornbush come with me. Deerleaf get everyone in your den until we return with news!" Swankit demanded racing towards the camp entrance. Her heart was pounding but for a whole different reason. Something bad was happening and she didn't know what. Thornkit let out a terrified screeched when he saw a strange cat clawing at Blossombird. Fights where spread all over the camp and other cats looking for one as well. Lilykit, one of the newest kits in Meadowclan was wailing as she was being dragged away from Larkfeather her mother. Other vicious looking cats where starting to make there way towards them as well. " Run!" Swankit yelped and darted off half hoping they would follow her and leave her littermates alone and half wishing they would follow some other cat. Two toms took pursuit and her breath was coming in gasps very quickly. They where forcing her to run fast than she ever had before. Her legs where trembling about to give out when she saw a flash of creamy white fur.

Creamstar snarled as she lept over Swankit, landing in front of her and facing the two toms. They clashes and Creamstar was putting up such a fight until.

A black streak flew by, and Creamstar fell to the ground. Dead.

Swankit screeched her claws unsheathing. She knew if she tried to fight she would get herself hurt. She might not be a tiny kit but she was untrained. A small part of her didn't care though. So with a snarl she ran. She ran in between her two opponents running as fast as her paws would let her. Her claws raked against everything that she could claw. A yowl for retreat cried out and the strange cats began to retreat, with one little tiny wailing bundle.

"Lilykit!" Larkfeather cried but it was no use. They where gone.