Prologue
The cats split up into two sides of the camp. Cedarstar was hunting with Quickhawk and Blossomspot. It was now time to react. "Thunderclan has had more than their share of danger and less peaceful way of life.." A pale she-cat with small stature and bright blue eyes named Littlear mewed. The cats on her side hissed and spat at the opposite end.
"In no way will Thunderclan back down from any wear and tear that should befall us! We are too strong for a clan dependence. You are Ignorant to the plan." A black and silver dappled tom named Swiftclaw spat. The two warriors stared at each other. They both knew that Thunderclan had endured great hardships, they cared deeply about the clan and what they should do about it. The cats on the two sides continued the hissing, mewing, and clawing. The only way to solve this in the cat's mind was to gruesomely battle in their own camp, to maim the opposing side. This was the worst civil war that could come in any clan. Two different ideas from the best of the warriors.
"I never wanted this," Littleear mewed softly, tears about to flood her face. "I only strive for peace." Littleear turned her white coat away from Swiftclaw and walked atop the high rock. She lifted her tail and swooped it down signaling the first attack. The two sides flew at each other, claws and teeth ready for battle. One cat on top of another, jaws clamped tight to striped legs and dappled tails. Littleear just watched from atop high rock. Swiftclaw ran to join the bloody battle. It was sunhigh now, and the cats walked back to there respective sides, pulling the dead by their tails into a nearby den. It was Swiftclaw who signaled for the next and watch as Littleear fought. Swiftclaw's ear was nearly ripped off, he winced in pain as he climbed atop the medicine den. A deep gash in his shoulder trailing blood. The tom lifted his tail, and the fighting began again. It was just as horrid this time for Littleear, and Swiftclaw smiled as she was pounced on by an apprentice of hers. She easily put the apprentice down on his back and slashed at his underbelly. When the cat was taken care of, Littleear looked madly around and saw Swiftclaw staring straight at her. The she-cat simply turned away and sprinted toward the hunting grounds. She knew where the leader, Deputy, and Medicine cat would be. Swiftclaw realized what Littleear was doing, and gave a loud meow.
"Retreat! Go back to your dens, your fresh kill piles, act like none of this had happened!" The cats quickly scrambled around, throwing dead cats every which way. Cedarstar, Quickhawk, blossomspot and Littleear finally got to camp. Blossomspot ran to all the dens collecting the wounded, Quickhawk collected the crudely buried dead, Littleear rushed to the kits and Queen's den, ane Cedarstar stepped onto the bloodstained highrock.
"I don't know what happened here, but I intend to find out!" She yowled. The cats all turned to stare at her. "Listen up, all cats involved in this massacre come forward to highrock." All cats except the Queens, kits, and elders stepped out with their tails drooping and heads hanging. They all sat and looked up to their leader.
"W-We didn't-" Swiftclaw started, but Cedarstar cut him off.
"Do you know how many cats have died today," The cats murmured, Cedarstar started again. "To many, too many, and all because of Swiftclaws recklessness." They stared at Swiftclaw. Quickhawk stepped to highrock, looking full of rage.
"We left, and you had to go start a civil war between us." Quickhawk shook his head. It was almost moonhigh now, and the cats went to sleep, all having nightmares.
Blossomspot and Spottedpaw worked tirelessly in the medicine den. Tending to wounded, and collecting more supplies. Cedarstar stepped into the medicine den. A black and white tortoiseshell she-cat turned around. "Hello Cedarstar, what brings you to the medicine den this high of moon?"
"You know, Blossomspot." Cedarstar looked worried.
"Yes," Blossomspot turned to Spottedpaw "Go to sleep now." Blossomspot then turned to Cedarstar, "I-I'm afraid I might want to have kits." Cedarstar said to Blossomspot.
"Just know that is your decision, but goes against many rules. But there's something else troubling you?"
"You always know blossomspot, but it worries me about the battle between ourselves, we are so vulnerable, if word was to leak out to the other clans, I-I, I don't know…" She hung her head.
"You will be the strong leader you always have been Cedar, you and Quickhawk together, you make a great team."
"I'm on my last life blossom, The clan thinks I've only lost three, I'm worried. You know the survival rate of Queens during kit birth since the green cough outbreak." Cedarstar sat up, " have you talked to Starclan?" She asked tiredly.
"Yes, they recently gave me a prophecy,
The river will lose, thunder will find. The cat with sight it does not carry, to stop the swiftly breaking forest. When Starclan comes to set things right.