Nightwhistle shot out of the bushes and threw himself onto his kits' pursuer. His jaws bit down on whatever they could grasp, and fur was shredded with neat precision. As he attacked, he was absolutely silent with efficient concentration, all the more deadly.The gray tom growled, smelling the kit. He lunged at Softkit, and then noticed the kits under the tree. He knew he was too big to fit in, so he decided to dig them out.
"NO!" Pearlglow shouted, pouncing onto the tom's back and raking his neck.