Lock please ^^

[.Yin.]

Nightkit looked around. Where is everyone? She shrugged, when she picked up their scent. She quickly followed it. "Sprucekit!" She shouted in delight.

[despairz]

"Nightkit!" He yowls.

[sylveonite]

"Just help uss..!" Larkkit yelled.

[despairz]

"Go get some warriors!" He yelps.

[-Bacon]

{{ Warrior time ^w^ }}

Larkkit shook. Nobodies awnsering them.

{ Ok! ^.^ }

Mistystream had turned momentarily away from the kits in order to get a piece of fresh-kill from the pile, but when she turned back, not one was remained where they were before. She placed her mouse down in front of her paws, and looked around, a worried expression creeping over her brow. She wondered over to the nursery to check if they had gone back in. When they weren't there, she quickly sprinted between each den, knowing the whole time that it was pointless searching the camp; it was too, eerily quiet. Suddenly, an ear-splitting yowl pierced the air. "The kits!" She screeched, warning the Clan, "They've gone! All of them! They're not here!!" Without waiting for the other warriors, she bounded straight out of camp, parting her maw to track their scent.

[sylveonite]

Larkkit whimpered and looked over her side. Something was walking towards them. "Ahh!"

[despairz]

Sprucekit snarls and leaps in front of her, teeth bared. He slides out tiny claws, ready to defend the other kit.

[sylveonite]

A very large dog came out. It had three others by its side and Larkkit sreamed and yowled, she did everything to get a warrior down here.

[despairz]

Firestorm yowls and races from camp, listening to the yowls.

Sprucekit growls, clawing the dogs nose open.

[-Bacon]

Mistystream heard a soft hiss, one that could only belong to a small creature. "Nightkit!" She called, scenting the reek of fear scent as she approached the fog. She knew too well what lay behind it, a large drop, and jagged stones. It would be hard for a kit to recover from a fall like that, if they got that far. "Larkkit? Sprucekit!" She wailed, "Where are you!?" She continued to bound forward, following their faint scent.
Suddenly, she heard barking, and a high pitched yowl. "Larkit!!" She yowled, throwing herself into the fog, and skidded infront of the kit protectively, extending a paw at the dogs. Her ears lay flat against her head as she hissed and spat, carefully pin pointing each kit. None of them were hurt, yet. Star Clan help us! She prayed. "The youngest," She ordered, "Run back to camp, get help." Then lashed at the dogs again, "The rest of you... Looks like you'll be starting your apprentice training early." And with that, she threw herself and the largest dog, landing on his neck, and biting into his scruff.