ςнαρтєя σиє: ∂σє'ѕ gαzє
'ιт ωαѕ αи αςςι∂єит.'
"ωнαт ιѕ ωяσиg, ∂σє?" An orange tom nosed a pale she-cat's fur, panic rising in his deep, calming voice. Doe looked up into his amber eyes, wincing from the pain. Crimson was cut into her soft fur, matting it near her large belly. She lay on the side of the bloody battlefield, spasming and gasping for breath that didn't exist.
"Doe!" The orange tom pushed on her side, trying to roll the she-cat over. A long, sharp slice cut into his ear, rolling down his face like rain. He turned, hissing and letting blood drip out of his mouth.
"Kits, Flame! Kits!" Doe shrieked, unsheathing and sheathing her claws, tearing through the grass like the ruthless cats who tore through innocent flesh. She yowled, spasming and looking up at Flame with pain-stricken eyes of fear.
"Shh," Flame whispered, turning back and forth to make sure the cat was gone. His shoulder wound dripped onto Doe's quivering fur. Quickly, he grabbed a stick for the she-cat to knaw on.
A horrible thought crossed his mind. The Clans had been coming towards their area of the forest and taking their kits and they might take Doe's. He unsheathed his claws at the thought. Who would take newborns?
"Flame..?" Doe whispered through the stick, calmed down for a split heartbeat. Then she spasmed again, writhing in agony with no herbs for the horrible birth. She bit on the stick, snapping the smaller twigs on the large, oak-like stick.
"Doe, I know this is hard but you have to have our kits without-" Flame whispered, suddenly cut off by a large clan cat ramming into his side and making him crash into the ground.
"Mhm, what do we have here? Kits?" The clan cat challenged, his short whiskers twitching and his light, once-white fur matted with mud and dried blood. Meanwhile, Doe was birthing the first kit.
Flame snarled at his opponent, lashing out at his muzzle. "You wouldn't lay a whisker on my kits. Rogues fight like rogues, clan cat." His usual, calm voice was a low snarling noise, making even the clan cat quiver for a heartbeat.
"As we may introduce, Rogue, my name is not "clan cat" but however Whiteclaws, so you'll remember in the Dark Forest. Because what rogues go to StarClan! Hah!" The clan cat, rather Whiteclaws, sneered.
Flame arched his back, stepping in front of Doe, who was licking her first kit until the next came.
"Thanks for the introduction, Whiteclaws. As you say, I am not "rogue" and rather Flame. Why do we bother? See you in StarClan, or rather, the "Dark Forest"," Flame sneered back, hooking his claws onto Whiteclaws nose.
Whiteclaws snarled, slashing his forepaw on Flame's face. Blood ran down his amber face, rolling down onto the muddy earth. Flame pounced over him, clawing his flank, and grabbed his tail, yanking him back. Whiteclaws snarled, a bit off-balance.
Flame faced his opponent, letting his gaze slip from Doe towards Whiteclaws. Then, he leaped. Crushing Whiteclaws with churning paws, and the two wrestled until Flame was on top. The two toms were stained in glowing crimson, and Flame snarled into Whiteclaws' ear.
"See you from StarClan, as I watch you wander the Dark Forest," Flame sneered, gripping onto Whiteclaws' neck as the tom slashed his belly and face with flying paws. Waiting until the tom went limp, he leaped off, and collapsed.
Doe had finished kitting, and exhausted, she had let her kits nurse. Her eyes looked worried and panicked. Flame's sides heaved, his flanks bright with blood.
"Flame!" Doe yowled to Flame, and she twisted. Her kits mewled, but she didn't care.
"Flame!" She yowled again, with no answer. Then she turned towards her kits with bitter eyes.
And there begins Sorrelfrost's story.