Tigerclaw let out a yowl and the patrol charged through the bushes and into the camp with battle screeches. I almost pounced on the closest cat before I remember what I was ordered to do, and then I snuck around the camps edges.

A large tom stepped in front of me and I blinked in surprise, taking in the form of Stumpytail. Taking in his lack of hostility, I leaned forwards "Brownpaw and the other apprentices should be out of camp. We know they aren't of age."

His nose wrinkled and he looked away shamefully, "The kits are over there, in the nursery. One of the toms, the golden one, has a torn ear but they're all okay. Thank you for getting the apprentices away from the battle."

He jumped forwards and nipped my ear softly, and I shoved him off with my back legs. He yowled in faux pain, running off without another word and look, and I bolted for Shadowclan's nursery.

I passed Longtail, who was grappling with massive white warrior, and I swiped a paw at the white body. It twisted around and I danced away, nodding at Longtail who dove on the Shadowclan cats back.

A caterwaul sounded off and more cats poured into the camp, and with a savage grin I noticed Yellowfang with even more cats. Once Riverclan showed up, we would have Shadowclan pleasantly outnumbered.

Before I entered the nursery, I was tackled from the side by a brown blur. Winded, I got to my feet and faced my attacker. His face was marred by claw marks and I glared at him. He snarled at me and lunged, and it seemed like ages before I noticed the dry blood on his muzzle.

It took me a minute but I recognized the scent, and I screamed in rage as I did so. That blood on his face. It was Spottedleaf's. This was the cat that killed her. The cat that murdered my friend in cold blood.

I met him in mid air and absolutely shredded him. Every time he tried to get away I followed, every time he shook me off I clung back on. I was like a stubborn tick that refused to let go, and I got my blood just like one too.

I was torn off the tom eventually, and I puffed up in fury at the cat who stepped in. Tigerclaw glared down at me before he looked at the tom's unmoving body. When he looked back at me, his eyes were softer but he jerked his head in the direction of the nursery and I nodded.

I charged into the den and took notice of Brightflower, who was quivering in front of the Thunderclan kits. Although I didn't mind her during the Gathering, she was no friend to me like Stumpytail kind of was. I glared down at her form and snarled, spitting blood as I did so. "You will let those stolen kits go or I will shred you into mouse food."

Stubbornly, Brightflower got to her feet and hissed at me. Furious at not being listened to, I shot forwards and latched onto her scruff, dragging her out of the den kicking and screeching. Nearby cats stared at me in horror, but my clanmates kept them too occupied to help their own.

Although some of my clanmates also gave me worried looks. Brightflower shook me off and snarled, shooting forwards and dragging a paw over my face. I yowled, and retreated backwards, panicking slighting at my lack of sight from my right side.

Angry out of my mind, I tore off towards Brightflower and bowled into her, viciously tearing out her throat without hesitation. After a moment of standing atop of her body, I blinked and got off, realizing what I had just done.

Shaken, I looked around me and sighed in relief when no one had seen what I had done. I kicked dirt onto the carcass and slunk away, pushing back to the nursery. I went inside and spotted the kits, hovering over them and checking for wounds.

Stumpytail had been correct when he mentioned the golden tom being injured, but Thornkit's would be fine aside from a scar that would stay with him for life. The rest were perfectly fine, and I watched the the dens entrance in case someone wanted to go after the young ones.

I could feel blood dripping into my right eye, but I stubbornly kept it open in hope that I would be able to see again. I still couldn't.

Part of me was glad I got back at Brightflower for taking my eye, however another part was disappointed I didn't get to do the same to the tom who took Spottedleaf. With a shrug, I let it go and focused, letting my right eye close with a sigh.

I just hoped it wouldn't affect me becoming a warrior or anything. I doubt it would in the Dark Forest, though it will hold me back for a while. I'd have to make up for the lack of vision and all, but I cared less than I probably should.

Another screech tore through the camp and I laughed, listening to the sounds of Riverclan joining the fight. Shadowclan cats yowled hopelessly, and eventually I peeked outside to see Brokenstar on the ground and Yellowfang hovering over him.

"I never thought you'd be harder to kill than my father!"

His exclamation cut into the fighting easily, gliding through the air like a spirit. Surprised and high off of excitement, I dropped down and slid forward curiously.

Yellowfang's tight grip loosened at the statement and she recoiled, and taking his chance, Brokenstar twisted and shoved her away. "You killed Raggedstar?" The wail cut off the rest of the fighting and cats stared on in shock.

Brokenstar shook off and stared at Yellowfang in distaste, "You found his body. Didn't you recognize my fur between his claws?" The old she-cat's tail dropped and Brokenstar hissed, "He was weak and foolish. He deserved his death."

"No!" Yellowfang spat, and I caught Firepaw's gaze. I flicked my tail towards the nursery and he glanced at Yellowfang again before nodding and slowly making his way over. I looked back over at the pair, and Yellowfang was drawn up. "Did Brightflower's kits deserve to die too?"

I held back a spiteful snort and cast a look at Brightflower's dead body. Seems no one even noticed yet.

Brokenstar forced Yellowfang onto her body and I stepped forwards again, ready to help if he pushed his luck. I may have killed someone today, but I quite liked Yellowfang.

Plus, I didn't like Brokenstar.

"Those kits were weak." My lips curled. "They would have been no use to Shadowclan. If I hadn't killed them, some other would have."

I straightened and some cats around me stared at me. "Just liked you killed Mosspaw and Volepaw? Seems like you have quite a bit of kit blood on your paws. Huh? Considering Wetpaw, Littlepaw, and Brownpaw are all too young to be apprentices, so those previous two must have been too young as well. You don't fancy the warrior code much, do you?"

Brokenstar whirled around and hissed at me, "How could you possibly know that?"

I gave him a grin and sat down, "Your clanmates don't like you as much as you thought they do."

He charged towards me with a furious yowl but was tackled from the side. The elder that bowled him over stood over Brokenstar's body, panting tiredly. I shot over and sunk my teeth into Brokenstar's scruff before he could attack the elder, and I pushed down as hard as I could.

As I was holding the leader, I noticed the Shadowclan cats were starting to circle. However to my pleasant surprise, their growls and hisses were pointed at Brokenstar. I huffed in amusement and got up, letting Brokenstar get to his feet. "You better leave before they tear away every single one of your residual lives. They look like they're ready to take turns."

"This isn't over!" The tabby spat, glaring at me in utter hatred.

Relaxed, more than I really ever have been, I smiled at him. "It's not." I murmured, my eyes flashing, "Not until you die under my paw."

He ran away, his loyal followers trailing after him silently.

A black tom stepped forwards and yowled, everyone around him picking up the victorious yell. I spotted Stonefur and made my way over, settling down next to him. He turned to me and winced, eyeing the right side of my face. "That hurt?"

"No." I answered in amusement, flicking my tail back and forth. "You get anything crippling?"

Stonefur blinked slowly at me, more at my joke than anything and relaxed. "No."

I sighed and stretched. "How is Silverstream? And you have a sister right?"

"Silverstream is well." He replied, settling down next to me. "I do. Her name is Mistyfoot. She is also doing very well."

I watched the cats around us settle down and talk, spotting Firepaw still sitting in front of the nursery. I stood, and after a moment Stonefur stood up as well. "You don't have to come with me. This bit is Thunderclan business."

The gray tom only shrugged.

I touched noses with Firepaw when I walked up, and Firepaw stared at my eye worriedly. He didn't say anything though, and stepped aside. I went in and started to nose the kits out, ignoring their squeaking easily.

When I pushed them out, I noticed the entire camp was divided, with Thunderclan near the nursery, Shadowclan near the entrance, and the four Riverclan cats were together in a huddle.

Whitestorm, Graypaw, Firepaw, and I all grabbed a kit and started our way over to Riverclan, the rest of Thunderclan leading us over. Tigerclaw inclined his head at a spotted she-cat, who inclined her head in response. "Thunderclan thanks you for sending help when called. Despite the lack of threat from Shadowclan, Thunderclan will continue to offer our support when needed."

The Riverclan deputy gave Tigerclaw a leer, and I hissed at her through kit fur. "Maybe. I will talk with Crookedstar and we will do something about Sunningrocks."

I frowned, and glared at the she-cat. Stonefur was looking at her in disapproval, and Whiteclaw looked torn. The lone apprentice was staring at Stonefur in confusion, which led me to believe that was his apprentice.

Tigerclaw looked displeased and lowered his head, narrowing his eyes at the deputy. "Very well, Leopardfur. I will remember your words."

She said nothing and turned away, flicking her tail to gather her warriors and leave. They did so without word to anyone else in the camp.

Tigerclaw walked up to the black tom who had started the cheer before and lowered his head respectfully, "I'm assuming you'll lead Shadowclan from here, Nightpelt?"

Nightpelt nodded and he looked around the camp, "Yes. Thank you for driving Brokenstar out. The elders were thrown out and left to fend for ourselves, so we appreciate the assistance."

The tabby nodded and I eyed Nightpelt, stiffening when he met my gaze. "You have talented clanmates, Tigerclaw. I'm going to assume the next time I see them they will be warriors."

Tigerclaw turned and blinked at me, before his eyes slid to Graypaw and Firepaw. "Not all of them." He responded, his eyes gliding back to me.

Bitter, I started for the camp entrance, before I heard a small wail. "Brightflower is dead!"

I hesitated and turned, Cinderkit dangling from my jaws with a whimper. I loosened my teeth and looked to the sudden crowd. Yellowfang was in the middle of it, staring down in horror. She looked up and looked around, passing over me too look elsewhere. "It must of been one of the other Shadowclan cats." Her voice shook and her head dropped.

My mouth went dry and I hoped Yellowfang hadn't been close to the yellow tabby she-cat. I'd start to feel guilty if they were related or something, and I didn't want to.

Thunderclan cats started to come my way, slightly uncaring towards Shadowclan's loss. Yellowfang followed sight and stepped forwards, swapping brief words with Nightpelt before joining our party. I gave her a small smile, and she returned it, her eyes glazed in fatigue and grief.

Whitestorm lifted his head and spoke through the kitten in his jaws, "Let's return home everyone."