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The dog shot out of the reeds, howling and bawling. Hailshadow and Nightshadow's fur instantly bristled with shock.
Troutfur dropped his prey, arching his back and hissing in surprise. His eyes were the size of saucers.
Bawling, the dog leaped forwards, straight for Hailshadow. Hailshadow yowled as the dog gripped his neck in his jaws, and flung him in the air.
"NIGHTSHADOW! GET HELP!" Troutfur screeched, lunging at the dog. Fear coursed through his body at what he was doing, but he pushed that aside and attacked.
Terrified, Nightshadow ran back to camp. "EVERYONE! THERE'S A DOG!" She yowled.
Silverstream's head shot up, her pupils dilating. "Kits, in the nursery. NOW." she hissed. Terrified, the kits dashed into the safety of the nursery. "Where is it?" she asked, her fur on end.
"By the river," Nightshadow panted.
"Get the others." Silverstream ordered, before sprinting off.
She skidded to the spot where the dog was. Troutfur was fighting tirelessly with it, but Silverstream could tell he was losing, and fast. Already he had cuts and bruises all over, and blood streamed from his mouth. She flung herself at the large dog, hissing.