Wolfface braced himself for the burning of the flames. But then teeth grabbed his scruff. He opened his eyes to look up at Apricotfur, scarstar right next to him in her jaws.
The reddish brown she cat pushed, but could not lift them out of the den. And as she tried over and over, wolfface noticed the roof under her was starting to crack, scarstar seemed to notice this as well.
"Let me go." Scarstar ordered in a kind, and almost pleading, voice. "Save wolfface not me."
"I'm not letting go of anyone." Apricotfur hissed.
"He means more than I."
"Look ma'am," Apricotfur hissed obviously annoyed, "you may be nothing more than a fox heart, but you deserve a chance."
"When the scars have been healed," scarstar hissed under her breath, "the one who'll bring the scars will go in flames as she was never meant to be. This is my fate Apricotfur." She turned to wolfface love sparkling in her eyes. "My original warrior name was smokefur."
Right at that moment, before wolfface could ask anything, scarstar lashed out a paw and struck Apricotfur. Who lost her grip on the smoky gray she cat. Wolfface watched as scarstar plummeted down into the flames. Before they engulfed her, scarstar's ears pricked up, as if she could hear something wolfface could not.
Apricotfur managed to heave wolfface out of the hole. And the two lay panting on the ground. Wolfface padded to the edge where the battling clan cats were fighting and yowled as loud as he could. "Smoke- Scarstar is dead."
All the cats stopped. Then all of the members of scarclan, except torn, turned tail and fled.
Torn dipped his head, "wolfface, I know I wasn't born in your clans, but will you allow me to stay." He pleaded.
Wolfface dipped his head. "Of course, you are my mother's current mate after all. But will you tell the original cats of scarclan that their leader is dead. And tell the few who were adopted into scarclan from our clans that they are to return to their birth clans."
Torn dipped his head. "as you wish, wolfstar."