Yowls suddenly filled the night air and echoed through the Riverclan camp as the rogues came flooding in. Nightwhisker stood in front of the nursery, ready to take on any cat that tried to harm his mate and only kit. A few moons ago he probably would've hid. He probably would've fought a younger warrior while the others handled the nursery, But something over the pass few hours had changed. He wasn't the same cat. He didn't care about his escape. The only thing he wanted was to see that his mate and kit were both safe. He realized, with a shudder that he could die, but he pushed that thought aside. The only thing that mattered now was his family.
One cat, a dusty brown tabby charged towards him. He dodged quickly and reared up on the rogue, with a swipe to the side the cat was thrown off balance. As Nightwhisker prepared to drag his claws across the other cat's muzzle he collapsed by the sudden weight on his back. A she-cat began biting into his neck. The other, smiled and took this as a chance to get up and flee. Nightwhisker began clawing at the rogue's underbelly, forcing her to get off. He jumped to his feet quickly and smashed into the other cats shoulder, while also landing a deep gash on it's leg. The she-cat yowled in pain and hobbled away, keeping off of her hurt leg.
Nightwhisker had no time to dodge as another tabby leaped forward at him, His paws extended in front of him.
SLASH!
A sudden cold sting in his left cheek forced him backwards. Nightwhisker staggered in confusion and shock, eyes wide. The whole side of his muzzle felt hot and wet. He reached up to touch his face but pulled his paw back quickly. The pain was unbearable. He realized with a start that it wasn't just a simple cut. The skin on his face had been completely slashed off! All the skin from the top of his head to his mouth was gone. The rogue let out a loud cackle. Surprisingly, A gleam from the cat's paw shone in the moonlight. His claws were unsheathed. Nightwhisker noticed yet remained unresponsive, even as the rouge dug his claws into his neck and pushed him to the ground. The smell of death hung heavily in the air as the cat dug his claws deeper and deeper.. Nightwhisker took one last shaky breath, it was cut short and the rogue knew that the smaller cat had died.
The rogue smiled and vanished into the nursery. For the past few seconds, blood hurdling screams could be heard. They were cut off abruptly. He returned, holding his prize, a small black and white kit, and disappeared into the night, shrieks of pain and yowls of victory filling the air before the darkness completely engulfed him.