When he was out, Terror lunged, and one of her huge paws pinned him to the ground as she hissed, "Stay away from that kit, and from the rest of my Clan! We don't want you, and we don't need you! If I smell you here one more time, I will leave you for the rats! Understand?"
Terror seemed huge.

he whined, nodding his head quickly

she pressed down harder for a moment, then turned and left.

Once she let up, he ran back to his den.

Cherrykit is curled up in one of the moss nets in their den silently.

Terror came back, and sat next to Cherrykit, saying, "Listen. Foxes are dangerous. They kill cats. And because of you, they know where our camp is."

" Only hunter, and he isnt bad!" she huffed

Terror says, "You always used to ask where my scars came from. Well, the worst ones come from fighting foxes."

" But Hunter isn't like them! He's kind and refuses to even hurt a fly!" She yells

Terror hisses, "Yeah, but what happens when he tells his parents about this? Then what?"

She stopped "I- we-....I dont know.. But it can't be that bad!"