A shadow passed over the heads of three kits. That night made everyone wonder why they didn't put guards on the nursery. There was no way that small clan could find three kits in a vast forest. Two cats went searching for them, neither one returned. A clan meeting was called at the end of a moon. Neither the cats or the kits had returned, and BlazingStar needed to do something. She told the old nursery tale of Nightclan. "They were ferocious cats with a need for battle. Lightclan and Nightclan fought for many centuries when the Nightclan cats faded away. They swore revenge. I have a bad feeling that Nightclan is back."
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