This is a challenge from CharlieClan. One of the characters in this story is in one of my other stories, which is Angel. The character is a Dark Forest cat named Cloudleap. Read to find out about his past!
Screeches ripped throughout the camp as cats leaped upon one another, claws flailing. A brown cat with dark brown paws, Stagfoot, stood at the entrance of the camp. He stared in frozen horror with his mouse still hanging from his jaws, like a cat frozen on the Thunderpath. He had just came back from hunting. Two apprentices hung out behind Stagleap, eyes wide.
Suddenly, Flowertail, one of his Clanmates, slammed into the stone wall next to Stagfoot. Her blood spattered Stagfoot's paws. He dropped his fresh-kill, dread filling him as he saw her dead, glazed, eyes.
"Flowertail?" One of the apprentices, a whispered.
Stagfoot shook his head, overcoming the shock. "Please!" Stagfoot begged. "Please stop fighting. You're all my Clanmates! Why are you fighting?" Of course, no cat answered. The medicine cat, Heatherwhisker, shrieked as she was dragged out of her den.
Stagfoot realized the cat dragging her was Shatterheart. The gray-and-white tom's strikingly blue eyes gleamed with hatred as he ripped her throat out.
"Stop!" Stagfoot screeched. "Please, stop killing! Please…" He watched helplessly as his dear Clanmates fought. Adderthroat clawed repeatedly at Fawnspot's belly. Stonepetal pounced onto Frogleg's back, tearing at his fur. Oakclaw and Birchtooth, who were brothers, rolled over and over, trying to reach each other's throat.
"Quick!" Stagfoot whispered to the apprentices, herding them away into the forest. "You must hide! It is not safe!"
"But what about Frostpaw?" the another apprentice, a black she-cat, asked. "And Cragpaw?" Stagfoot shook his head, urging them on.
"Come on, Ivypaw," the first apprentice, who was a blue-gray tom, tried to calm her. "We'll do what Stagfoot says."
"Okay, Stormpaw," Ivypaw whispered. Stagfoot found a hollow tree, and bundled them into it.
"You'll be safe here," Stagfoot assured the shaking apprentices. "Don't move. I'll come back for you."
"Promise?" Ivypaw looked up with her wide deep amber eyes.
"Promise," Stagfoot gave her a quick lick on her ear to comfort her. "Your brother here will take care of you." Stormpaw nodded, who curled his tail around his sister's. Stagfoot turned away, and bounded down a slope leading to his Clan's camp. He cautiously brushed his way through the leaves, wondering why everything suddenly went silent.
He gasped when he entered camp. The dens were torn apart, revealing the bedraggled nests inside. The camp was completely destroyed. But the worst part was that dead bodies littered everywhere, and blood had turned the ground red where it soaked in.
And in the middle of it, stood the traitor Shatterheart, his battle-hungry eyes trained on Stagfoot.