"That's not nice, Breezekit!" Lionkit meowed, digging his claws into the moist soil. 

The three older kits twisted around. Thornkit's pelt ruffled. "Awe, is the baby complaining." The large gray tom chuckled. "The world isn't nice." 

In that moment, I knew Lionkit wasn't going to make it out. I flattened my ears, my stomach churning as if I were going to throw up. 

"Doesn't mean that you shouldn't be." Lionkit protested. 

In a grey flash, Thornkit pounced on my brother. I squealed in alarm. My heart raced in my chest. Brother!

Thornkit had Lionkit grappled in his unusual sharp claws...