Thornstep
• Male
• 32 Moons
• Crushing On: Starlingfeather
• With: The clan
After warning the cats of the chaos going on outside, Thornstep immediately rushed to the nursery along the edge of camp as the dogs barked and scattered throughout the clearing, crushing things beneath their giant paws. The three-legged tom skidded into the nursery, his mind set only on getting the kits to safety. His face was carved in a determined grimace as he looked up at Starlingfeather and nodded. "Keep them safe. I'll take Thornkit and Owlkit to the leader's den and then I'll come back for you and the others." Without waiting for a response, he scooped up Hollytail's kits by their scruffs and made a beeline for Swiftstar's den. Just over halfway there, though, a dog intercepted him, teeth bared and eyes wild. Thornstep immediately changed his course and tried to run past the dog, but the rest of the pack had already noticed him and were driving him back into a corner. Although Thornstep was quick on his feet, he knew that he couldn't run fast enough to make it to the den on three legs. In a panicked last attempt to save the kits, the thin tom threw both kits as far as he could, trying to aim them close to the edge of the clearing. "Run to Swiftstar's den!!" He shouted, "Someone help!" He unsheathed his claws and swatted at the dogs' noses, trying to distract them from the defenseless kits. Thornstep would give up his own life to protect the next generation of the clan if that was what need be.