"WindClan to me! ThunderClan have crossed the border!" The deputy of WindClan stood, looking down on the intruders, th three others on her patrol shadows behind her.
The lake was bright, shining like a mirror. The nearly full moon was shining brightly. But blood would stain the night.
'These trees belong to us, Ashfoot!' cried a dusky brown ThunderClan tom.
'WindClan will fight for them Dustpelt' vowed the dark grey she-cat.
Battle cries rung through the night. Claws unsheathed, teeth bared, ThunderClan and WindClan were locked in a deadly battle. Slowly, a tiny insignificant cloud blotted out a part of the moon, plunging a cat into darkness forever...
Not very long, I know, but hopefully it's okay! Keep reading, if you would!
