Thunderstorm's Destiny

The soft patter of rain hit the soggy ground with a steady pit pat, pit pat. Trouble lurked near around the sleeping bodies of fur. Luckily, one was on guard. "Wolves!" he yowled. The other felines woke up startled, but ready to battle. Soon a stream of cats, battle-scarred and brave, jumped on top of the wolves.

"Hurry, protect Pouncestar!" one screamed at two tabbies. They rushed to her den, and saw two wolves entering.

"Glassheart, get that wolf, I got the other one!"

"Okay!"

They tackled the wild beasts at the same time as one crumbled under Glassheart, trying to squish him. "Argh! Get away dog-brain!" he hissed, sending a flurry of blows to the male wolf.

Glassheart smirked as he raked his claws down its spine. As the wolf fled, he glanced over at the other tom.

"Radiantfang, need some help?" Glassheart called.

"Yeah! Get your butt over here!"

Glassheart hurried to him and tried tackling the wolf. At the same time, a light brown she-cat exited the den and bit the wolf's nose, and that sent it running for its dear life.

Radiantfang looked surprise. "Pouncestar?"

"That's me," she hissed through clenched jaws, as she prepared for the next attack.

If there was one.

All the warriors chased them out by now, and they were sending patrols out to see if they had chased them all away.

"Pouncestar, are you alright?" Shrewfeather, the brown-black cinnamon minx asked the leader.

Her amber eyes gazed at him quietly. "Yes, Yes. I'm fine." Pouncestar bounded up onto the Clanrock, and yowled the calling for the Clan to meet.

"RedwoodClan!"

They stood ears perked up at her voice.

"We must protect out camp, Enemies must fear us. For we are Warri-"

The leader turned her head sharply at the small, quiet wails of a kit, lying at camp entrance.

Pouncestar's eyes widened, and she leaped off the rock, Shrewfeather at her side.

"Do something!"she hissed, trying to block its bleeding, streaming from its fur.

"Hold on, will you?" Shrewfeather snarled, and placed some cob web to stop the bleeding.

The kit meowed again, but as soon as he did, thunder roared. The rain was here.

"Do you know him?" the medicine cat asked.

"Yes. And his name is Thunderkit."