Last chapter we met the cruel BattleClan! Yes, it is my version of BloodClan. We will learn more about them today because, we're going in their camp! Yup. Erin Hunters own the world, I just make my own.

Cruelclaw flexed her claws as she watched the fighters move about. Their camp was a small clearing with some bushes surrounding it. Her den was in an old oak tree. Littlefight came over to her. "They'll all live. Those other cats didn't fight to kill." She reported. Cruelclaw nodded, lost in thought. she was too far to receive her leader name, almost a moon's walk! She'll have to find a way to get it. "How will you get your "scar" name Cruelclaw?" Littlefight asked. Cruelclaw shrugged.

"I don't know. I'll figure it out." She snapped. Killsoul padded over.

"Ashbone is moaning about have she-cats rule over him." the blackish red deputy sneered. Cruelclaw shrugged.

"He'll get over it." She replied. Killsoul looked at her weird. "Its not my problem! He can bellyache about it all he wants!" She snapped, stalking away.

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Ravenstream felt like her head got ran over by a Monster. She groaned and pulled apart her eyelids. She was in a nest, in Whisperpath's den and Blazesong was curled around her. When did he get here? She wondered, as she tried to slip away. His tail curled tighter around her. She tensed. His eyes opened slowly.

"Ravenstream! You're awake!" He smiled, his blue eyes warm. Ravenstream's head throb, making her hiss in pain. "Are you alright?" He asked, ducking his head to meet her eyes. She nodded. "Whisperpath is sleeping probably, lots of wounded cats. Tallwhisker even had to come over and help." He informed her. "That Battleclan left quite a mark on us all. Each cat that fought will have a scar. That's what Tallwhisker told us." Battlewho? Did he mean Battlescar?

"Battlewho?" She asked. His eyes widened.

"Ah, right, you were unconscious for her monologue. Well, apparently, there is another Clan. BattleClan. They want to take over the forest. Either we join or die." He told her, flames shooting in his eyes. "We killed their leader, Battlscar. They have a new leader, Cruelclaw, I think it is." He tilted his head up, trying to remember. She nodded.

"Yes, those are correct. I fought both of them. By the way, why was I unconscious?" she asked.

"Battlescar slammed his head down onto your's, knocking it out." Whisperpath mewed from behind her. They both turned to her. "Blazesong, you may go back to DuskClan now. Ravenstream will not keel over now." The medicine cat mewed, flicking her tail. Blazesong nodded glumly, licked Ravenstream's ear and padded out. "Now, Ravenstream, your head will hurt for a day or two. No patrols for you." Ravenstream started to whine. "No I've made up my mind. Moonstar agrees." Ravenstream snorted at this.

"She has kits! She only wants to protect us like we're kits!" Ravenstream argued. Whisperpath turned to talk with Snowmark. The white and brown medicine cat nodded to her.

"Go take care of Brightfang." Whisperpath urged, Snowmark nodded and padded over to the other she-cat. "Poor thing, beaten close to death and, she lost her only kit." Whisperpath sighed. What? Swanpaw is dead?"You may go to your den but, no patrols!" Whisperpath snapped at her a s she bounded out. On her way out, she saw Brightkit curled in a nest. "She got whitecough." the medicine cat told her. Poor Brightkit. She padded out of the den.

All around cat were covered in cobwebs. Frozenpaw had a few splayed across her shoulder and fresh-kill pile was almost empty. Smokewater leaped up onto the log. "Cats! Any cat who can hunt we need you to!" She called. Peppernose, Jaywhisker, Tawnyleap, Mint-tail, Bluepool, Ashcloud, Foxdust, Honeystep, Oaksong and, Mosspaw alll stood. "Good. Make two patrols and hunt. We need the prey." Smokewater nodded and hopped off, cobwebs covering her whole left side. Ravenstream sighed. She padded over to the nursery. Littlesun was sleeping, her three other kits playing quietly with Moonstar's and Froststone's kits. Ravenstream slipped back out. A cold breeze ruffled her fur.

"Hey Ravenstream!" Frozenpaw trotted over to her mentor. "Are we doing anything today?" The white and grey she-cat asked.

"I'm not allowed to go on patrols, Whisperpath's orders." Ravenstream informed the younger cat. Frozenpaw nodded. "Sorry Frozenpaw." The young apprentice padded away slowly. Ravenstream sighed. A shriek came from the nursery. She spun and raced in. Petalstorm was splayed in her nest.

"Her kits are coming!" Moonstar called. Ravenstream raced to Whisperpath's den.

"Petalstorm's kit are coming!" She hollered in. Snowmark came racing out a few moments later and darted to the nursery. Littlesun, Moonstar and Fallenbreeze herded the kits out. Ravenstream helped the queen's play and distract the kits while Petalstorm kitted. Soon, Snowmark padded out.

"Two kits, both toms." She mewed, almost sadly.

"Is that bad?" Ravenstream asked. Fallenbreeze nodded.

"Yes, her kits will be sent away and she will only see over a border." The older she-cat sighed. Froststone came out of the nursery, her kits jumping on her.

"One of those kits are going to die. If not both. They are tiny things, scraps of fur stretched over bones." She informed them, sadness twisting in her words. "Petalstorm is thin enough, she won't be able to support two extra bodied much longer." Froststone sighed. The she-cats sat in a silent circle, only the shout of kits could pierce the thick thought bubble over the five warriors.

Deep ending here guys. So,one confirmed death. Will I kill others? Maaayyybbbeee. So, yup.