A lone black female, flecked with white and with a white hind left paw, stood on one of the SunningRocks, oblivious to her surroundings, her thoughts wandering towards the foreboding dream of last night. Danger threatens the Clan… But before she could ponder it any more, she detected movement behind her.
"Ha! Junglebeat! I had long detected your blundering movements." She turned and pounced, landing squarely on her fellow warrior. Junglebeat groaned inwardly. Her smooth creeping apparently wasn't enough to creep up on Starsky.
Starsky was a fine warrior, and her best friend. Despite the fact that she could be pretty stubborn about some things, such as the best way to train their apprentices, she was actually quite a docile and friendly creature. She loved kits, and trained her apprentice Stormpaw well. Stormpaw thought the world of his mentor, and was always in agreement with anything she said.
Raucous screeches and sounds of fighting suddenly alerted the two. They spun around instantly, Starsky's ochre and Junglebeat's green eyes flashing. Starsky scraped her claws against the rock, making a grating noise, and ran towards the source of the noise, Junglebeat close behind.
When they arrived at the center of camp, the reason became clear. Rogues were attacking! Junglebeat immediately leapt into the heat of battle, while Starsky held back. She didn't really like to fight.
But then a rogue rolled past her, locked in battle with…Stormpaw! Screeching, she lunged at the rogue and sank her teeth into his side. He threw her off quite easily, but she refused to quit. She lunged again, snarling and biting and this time managed to drag him off her apprentice. She growled viciously, and he slowly backed away. She turned to Stormpaw, worried. But her apprentice was already standing up.
"I'm fine, Starsky! Wow! You were terrific! I wish I could fight like you!"
She smiled. "You fought well too, Stormpaw. Perhaps after this battle you shall earn your warrior name."
Stormpaw grinned. "Do you really think so?" Starsky nodded, and then leapt into battle herself. These rogues were tough, and she guessed that even she would have to fight now. She looked around, seeking an opponent. Suddenly, she felt pain in her chest.
A rogue warrior had taken a swipe at her with his sharp claws, and she saw blood trickle down her chest, staining the midnight fur. She snarled, and sank her teeth into his shoulder. He growled, struggled free, and wriggled underneath her. Kicking up, he knocked her over and slashed at her soft, unprotected belly. She winced in pain and tried to slash him, but he managed to leap out of the way in time. She rolled over, groaning, and leapt upwards, trying to land on his back and knock him over. He sidestepped, and she crashed into the ground. Her ears were ringing. Blood was filling her nose and mouth. She lashed out in all directions, but felt nothing. So I will die here, she thought bitterly. As the rogue stood over here, a grin on his face, she suddenly saw a black-gray blur slam into his side. His grin faded, and he fell over. Starsky struggled to make out the face of her benefactor, but soon lost consciousness.