Disclaimer: i do not own the warriors serios

Author's Notes: inspired by my imagination and belif that anything is possible.

Story Notes: Will Sunkit take on the vulture and win

The young kit sensed something. Something unfamiliar unlike anything she had ever smelled. Oh! But wait she did smell this before but different more distinct. The kits long golden fur from her chest tickled her nose as the cold leaffall wind strongly blew against her pelt. Looking over the moor that stretched over the horizon, she thought that she would die a slow painful death of starvation. "No." she declared "No! I will not give up I will stay strong and overcome every obstacle the world puts in my way!" Pawstep after pawstep the kit soon wore out of energy. She collapsed and mumbled to herself "Who am I kidding I'll just die here" She took a breath in through her mouth surely it would be her last one. But then she smelled a foul stench to be crowfood. Her half closed eyelids perked open as she realized that she might find help if she could stomach this crowfood! She followed her nose till the stench got so horrid that she seamed to not need to follow her nose all she needed was to face that her eyes were burning . Then in front of her eyes a large hoofed brown animal with white spots. Ignoramus black feathered birds were ripping the red stringy flesh from the rotting flesh . Then the kit thought why settle for crowfood then have a great big bird! The young kit prepared itself to leaf, claws unsheathed and launched. The black bird was three times bigger then her so the only thing she could do is grab its wing and try and disable from flying. She went crazy ripping up its wings, trashing making the other birds fly away. She had finally finished off one wing. Blood splattered every where soon she was dripping with bright red blood! The bird seamed to want to leave this world with pride and started to peck at the golden kit. Striking her four times one in the soft under belly that slowed her down but she pined it down to the ground and gave the bird a vital bite to the neck . She looked down at the motionless body of the black feathered bird. A soft comforting voice from behind her complimented the kit "Amazing, just amazing! Your so young how could you take down that Vulture?" The kit was drenched with blood matting down her fur and making it look like she was a red angel from the shy with the Sunset adding to her heavenly glow. Words seamed to escape her mouth other then "Do you want some?" "No your so thin I wouldn't take a bite you better eat as much as you can!" said a grey cat "My name is Greypelt. What's yours?" "Sun" replied the kit "Is it alright if I call you Sunkit?" asked the grey tom "No! It actually sounds better!" with excitement ringing from the cats voice. She had heard of clan cats that would accept most cats in. They sounded friendly from all the stories the elders told. Sunkit dug her muzzle down into the 'Vulture' Then Greypelt asked her "Would you like to join our clan?" The young Sunkit replied "I would love to!"