Frostheart(Chapter 3)

It felt only like a single heartbeat before ShadowClan cats starting pouring into the ThunderClan field was now filled with screeching, wrestling cats. The scent of blood, fear, and anger was in the air. Pinkheart and Lionclaw were fighting fiercely against The ShadowClan leader, clawed his face, while Pinkheart was on Deadstar's back biting down on his neck fur. Suddenly, there was a loud screech. Frostheart turned her head to see Snowpaw laying on the ground with blood dripping from a deep slash on her shoulder, with fear in her eyes. A black she-cat and a huge black and white tom were looming over her.

She won't stand a chance!Frostheart thought. Snowpaw hasn't had any battle training yet! Frostheart ran towards Snowpaw's opponents. The impact of her tackle bowled over the black she-cat and the huge black and white tom. Frostheart heard an angry-filled yowl from Pinkheart. Pinkheart slashed visicously at the black and white tom. Frostheart clawed the black she-cat before she could escape back into the battle. Frostheart felt her blood burn as she recognized the she-cat. It was the same she-cat from before! She will regret messing with my clanmate! Frostheart thought. She bit down on Nightmare's tail, causing the she-cat to screech. Nightmare slashed her claws aiming at Frostheart's nose. Frostheart was staggering from her bleeding nose for a few heartbeats, before getting control of herself. She slashed out her claws at Nightmare, but it seemed like the black she-cat got faster since there last encounter. Frostheart was going to slash out again, but a weight pinned her down on the ground. Her attacker was none other than Deadstar himself. She tried to get up, but Deadstar had both of his front paws on her head. I almost feel bad for you she-cat, Deadstar hissed. Your in a clan that can't even defend themselves. "ThunderClan can defend its self better than you think, you stupid tom! Frostheart hissed back.

Tell you what she-cat, Deadstar continued. I'll send you to StarClan so you won't have to die serving a foolish clan. Frostheart desperately tried to get up as Deadstar's claws raked down her back. She only had one choice if she was going to survive this battle. She prepared her hind legs, and in a heartbeat, she drived them deep into Deadstar's belly. The attack must have been deep enough, since Deadstar got off of her and flopped down on the floor. He coughed up, sometimes coughing up a little bit of blood. He struggled once more, then lied still. The black and white tom stared at his leader and yowled a cry loud enough for everybody in the camp to hear. Deadstar lost a life! Frostheart saw every ShadowClan cat there wipe their heads around to look at their leader lying on the floor. After a long moment of silence, Deadstar finally got up. ShadowClan has had enough from this battle. ShadowClan, retreat!

The ShadowClan cats left the clearing. The ThunderClan cats started to retreat to their dens. The cats who were severly wounded headed towards the Medicine cat's den. Before Frostheart could follow, A scared yowl was heard. Pinkheart was staring at Snowpaw, who was bleeding from a deep wound on her shoulder. StarClan let Snowpaw live! Frostheart dug her claws into the ground.Or Me myself, will make sure her death is avenged whatever it takes.