Immediately, Flower shoved Howling Wind into the nursery, straight into the paws of his arriving mother. Sweeping her kit behind her, Water watched as swarms of cats poured into the camp, hissing and snarling with bloodlust gleaming in their eyes. Howling Wind hid behind the safety of his mother's leg, flattening himself to the earthy ground. Yowls of unsuspecting cats and ambitious rogues erupted in the clearing. Water glanced over behind her to face Howling Wind, her amber eyes glimmering with fear for her only son. Unsheathing her claws, she flicked her thick tail towards Storm's full nest, protected by both Storm and Silver.

"Water, where-" The she-cat silenced her son with a glare, filled with immense concern. She began to speak in a soft, but urgent whisper.

"I must fight, my kit. Stay here."

Without any other words, the small she-cat bounded off into the battle field, leaving a helpless Howling Wind to watch the brutal war in horror. Time seemed to blur before Howling Wind, as more and more scarlet blood proceeded to stain the ground before him. After a while, the young kit began to lose focus as to what blood was spilled- only that more cats seemed to back up the initial rogues who had first attacked the camp. Suddenly, he managed to pick out a single body fall to the ground.

"Flower!"

Just at the same moment, Howling Wind could hear Rock's voice pierce through the loud battle screeches, tinged with fear and uncertainty.

"Escape!"

Picked up by his thick scruff, Howling Wind winced as he swung from Silver's jaws. Dazed, the young kit stared at the brutal scene next to him- Flower's broken body. Her eyes were glazed with fight, and as she locked them with Howling Wind's, she barely managed to whisper a plea for help. Meowing, Howling Wind glanced over at Rock, who had witnessed the scene.

"She's a goner, Howling Wind. We cannot risk any more lives to possibly save hers."

Howling Wind started to protest, but was cut off by a low hiss from a nearby Storm. Her body suddenly collapsed, causing her to lose her grip on her kits clamped in her jaws. Almost immediately, Howling Wind was put to his feet, aided by only one voice as to where to go.

"Run for the lake. As fast as you can," Silver hissed. "Whatever you do- don't stop and don't look back."

Thus, he followed the kit-mother's orders.