Haha! I got it out pretty quick, didn't I? I mean, considering i wrote the whole allegiances thing, this was real quick! o, and this is spiritwind. haha. enjoy! by the way, dragonstripe is now dragonclaw cuz that sounds cooler. if moonstar messed anything else up, it's not her fault, she didn't have the descriptions of the clans.

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Dragonclaw looked helplessly down at his dead leader. Although he knew he would come back, a chilling dread crept up his black spine, making him shiver. Knowing that they could not do anything to escape, though he loathed to admit it, scared the deputy. And even if they did manage to escape, he would never get his cat strength and agility back.

Flamestar began to stir, and Dragonclaw told Rustpaw, his apprentice, to help him up and have Pinefoot, their medicine cat, help check if he was alright. The deputy looked through the transparent wall at FireClan. He saw Blizzardclaw look Spiritwind over, then, apon hearing Moonstar groan in pain as she woke up, ran over to her leader to help her to her paws.

Dragonclan looked over to see Flamestar padding weakly up to him. Nodding to the tom, his leader sat down beside him to watch FireClan trying to help Moonstar best they could while attemping to wake their medicine cat.

For some reason, the tom's heart skipped a beat at the thought of the pretty tortoiseshell. He had told all of the cats in his Clan he hated all of FireClan, especially the medicine cat and deputy, but something had been nagging him since he met the she-cat, something he could not identify. Snorting disgustedly at himself, he shook his head and stalked over to the wall to get Blizzardclaw's attention. Maybe making her mad would cheer him up a bit. He grinned at the thought, and tapped lightly on the see-through barrier with his claw.

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Blizzardclaw made sure Sunpelt, one of her Clanmates, was looking after Moonstar before turning to pad over to Dragonclaw, who had asked for her attention by rapping softly on the transparent wall.

"What do you want?" groaned the gray deputy annoyedly.

Dragonclaw chuckled dryly to himself. "Your leader alright? She seems to be pretty weak. Does da poor FiewCwan need hewp?" He laughed again at his joke.

Blizzardclaw was about to snarl something nasty in reply before Flamestar cuffed his deputy viciously over the ear. He growled something at him, and the tom hung his head, embarrassed. The enemy leader turned to the FireClan deputy, and she thought he was going to snap one of his own remarks at her, but she was caught off guard when he instead called his medicine cat over.

"Pinefoot, could you look Moonstar over? Spiritwind seems to be out cold."

Surprised himself, the tom nodded obediantly at his leader. Then Flamestar added, "Make sure she is perfectly healthy before you leave here. Blizzardclaw, fetch you leader for me, could you? Thanks." Then he just padded away to sit with the other toms of his Clan as if this was a completely normal thing that he would do.

When Moonstar was comfortably lying on her side, Pinefur instructed Blizzardclaw to do a few things for her, like press her throat and belly to see if there were any abnormal reactions. When there were none, and the yellow-gold tom was finished checking for any scratches or other wounds, the enemy cats separated, leaving the clear wall that they now recongnised as glass.

Blizzardclaw was suddenly hit with a wave of homesickness. She fleetingly thought of Forestheart, then noticed that none of the toms were there! Oh, right, they had been out on a hunting party, she reminded herself. The she-cat had to bite her lip at the thought of not seeing her lover again. Her belly rumbled then, and she noticed she was quite hungry. She looked toward the door that Foresttear had entered through, but it was barred. Some food was stuffed through a crack near the base of the door, but the scent that rose to Blizzardclaw's nose was not of fresh kill, but it was bland and musty.

She looked down at the pellets and acknowledged them as probably some twoleg food they gave their kittypets. Her stomach rumbled again, and as she took a reluctant bite of the gray-ish brown trash that was supposed to be food, she was certain that it wasn't just because she was hungry.

Three moons along, she thought. Spiritwind was the only other one who knew. She hadn't even told Forestheart.

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Sparkpaw was excited to show his sister, Fiercepaw, his great catch; a squirrel that was as big as he was. He had run ahead of the other toms, anticipation giving energy to his orange-yellow tabby paws. But when he got back to the camp, the squirrel dropped from his mouth when he discovered that the place was empty, abandoned.

He stood stalk still, mouth agape, even after Amberclaw tried to soothe him a while later. Forestheart had gone to inspect all the dens with Marlinstream, but the she-cats were no where to be found.

"Well, maybe they all went hunting, like we did," suggested Amberclaw, but he could not hide the worry in his voice, even as he began speaking.

Marlinstream shook his head sadly. "No, Moonstar would never leave the camp unguarded. Besides, there's blood on the ground here." He pointed with his tail at a spatter of dried red liquid in the dust.

Sparkpaw looked up expectantly. "But they're not here! They might have just run away somewhere. They'll be back!"

Forestheart sighed. "Fine, we'll wait till tomorrow."

A loud meow from the elders den told them that there were still cats around. All four heads whipped up, and Amberclaw was the first one to dash toward the den.

"Hello?" he called into the brambles.

"Amberclaw? Is that you?" The rusty mew came from somewhere deep inside the fortress. The entrance to the den had been blocked by thorns, and it took a lot of clawing and scratches to get it back out of the way.

Three old she-cats stepped out into the open. The first was dark brown with black flecks and golden eyes, the second a graying light brown with muddy brown eyes, and the third was a short-haired brown she-cat with green eyes and a pink nose.

The first stepped forward and touched noses thankfully with the amber tom.

"We thought you'd been lost in the battle," she mewed breathlessly. The other toms padded in to join Amberclaw.

"Battle?" Sparkpaw cocked his head questioningly.

"Yes." The green-eyed elder stepped forward, her eyes shining with worry. "LlamaClan attacked, and now everyone's gone. We were hiding in here after Blizzardclaw patched up the den. After a while, it was quiet. No one even tried to get in here, so we don't know what happened." She looked up at the toms, allarm now making her whiskers tremble. "Is there anyone there? Are they gone?"

"The camp is completely deserted, Songstripe," Marlinstream confirmed. "There's not a soul here." He sympathized with her, knowing that Frizzlepaw was her daughter.

The graying brown she-cat nodded. "I thought so." Sadness clouded her muddy eyes and she stared at the dust, looking at something she couldn't see. Forestheart felt a jolt of grief himself, realizing only now that Blizzardclaw was gone, the fact that this elder, Loudfoot, was her mother, reminding him. She thought her daughter was dead. The tom padded over to her and pressed his nose to her flank.

"She'll be back," he murmured. "They'll all be back. There's no proof that they're dead."

Eagleheart, the dark brown she-cat, turned to look at him with hope and worry gleaming in her eyes in the beginnings of tears. "What about Spiritwind? Is she here?"

Amberclaw shook his head. "All the she-cats, besides you, are gone."

The old queen sighed and turned back to where she had been lying down in her nest. "Might as well go back to sleep. We'll think of something tomorrow."

The other cats agreed, and they decided to stay in the elders den, as it was the safest. They patched the entrance back up and made their own nests in the dust, using some moss scraps from around the inside of the brambles, and curled up to sleep.

Marlinstream was kept awake by his troubled thoughts, and he decided to stay watch. He sat up to clean himself, listening to the soft snoring of the elders. Drawing a damp paw over one ear, he purred to himself as he thought up stupid things Moonstar might have done. Then he remembered, and he abruptly stopped watching, his tongue still out and his paw in the air. She's two moons along.

Weeee!!! sorry, sugar rush... anyway, woot! haha, Moonstar's pregnant! Moonstar's pregnant! having mates is for squares. StarClan is sooo much better:) hahaha. anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter from Moonstar! –Spiritwind