Gingerstar14: ugh!!!! I cannot believe how far behind I am! Oh yeah, and this takes place in the time when kits didn't have to be six moons old, for those of you who have read CodeOtC.
Struck Down
Rufflepaw, Wavepaw, and Mousepaw raced beside their mother, Dawnleaf and their Clanmates. At two moons old, they were going into their first battle. Mousepaw was detirmined to win the battle. ShadowClan had been trying to extend their territory, and Aspenstar was leading them to attack Hawkstar and his warriors. His short kit legs could barely keep up, and his fluffy kit fur couldn't even keep out the cold of the leaf-fall air.
"There's Hawkstar!" breathed Wavepaw beside him. Aspenstar had stopped in front of the striped ShadowClan leader.
Hawkstar spoke first. "ThunderClan's apprentices have been weaker than others this year." he meowed calmly. "We know that you cannot stop us to take over your territory. We demand you let us expand it at least six foxlengths into your territory."
Aspenstar remained calm as well. Mousepaw's heart was thudding. When would they fight? "You know as well as I do that you cannot do that?"
"Why not? Who's to stop us? That puny band of rogues behind you?"
Raccoontail let out a furious hiss and launched himself forward. Mousepaw tensed, but Dawnleaf leaped and held him back.
Aspenstar glared at her warrior for a moemnt, then turned back to the ShadowClan leader. "If you let us go in peace, we will let you extend it one foxlength."
Hawkstar snorted. "What do you say to that, Midnightstreak?" he asked his massive deputy beside him.
Midnightstreak let out a purr. "Attack!" he leaped forward, claws unsheathed, and bowed Aspenstar over. Then the forest exploded with fighting cats. Mousepaw was cuffed in the head by a ginger she-cat about one moon older than him. Remembering his battle moves, he clumsily swiped at her ear and ducked to avoid her claws.
The she-cat wasn't much better at fighting. Suddenly one of Mousepaw's clanmates grabbed the she-cat and they vanished into the midst of the battle. Then Mousepaw saw Midnightstreak racing forward at him. With a screech, he was knocked down and banged his head on a rock.
Midnightstreak was on him in an instant. "May this be a lesson to all kits," his breath was foul on the apprentice's nose. Then with a snarl, he brought down his paw on Mousepaw's head. Excrutiating pain followed, then everything went black. A paw prodded him in the side, and he woke to find his father, Amberscar, bending over him. Beside him were Wavepaw and Rufflepaw!
"W-what happened?" he asked, dazed.
Amberscar bowed his head. "You were struck down by a warrior, like all other kits made to fight too young."
