Tigerclaw began briefing the warriors.
"Whitestorm, wait until you hear my battle cry! Mosspath, you lead us through the camp entrance; we'll take care of the rest." Mosspath ran as fast as she could into the camp. The patrol was on her tail, yowling a challenge. Mosspath was horrified to see the camp in ruins and her Clanmates hopelessly outnumbered.
A patrol of ShadowClan and RiverClan warriors were watching, waiting if their assistance was needed, but WindClan was already struggling, and even the elders and queens were fighting. Mosspath launched into battle without hesitation. Mudclaw was grabbling with a dark brown tom.
"Mudclaw!" Mosspath yowled, trying to distract his attacker. It worked and Mosspath wasted no time by barreling into him. The tom, probably RiverClan judging by his glossy coat, yowled and rolled over. Mosspath clawed his exposed belly until he fled.
"Thanks!" Mudclaw panted. He was bleeding badly, but his eyes shone with a fiery determination. Mosspath grunted a reply as she noticed with dismay the extra patrol had joined the fight. Mosspath jumped on a dark gray tom's back, and recognized Cinderfur, the ShadowClan deputy.
He hissed and rolled onto his back. Mosspath jumped off just in time and aimed for his soft underbelly. Fortunately, she was quicker than him and she clawed mercilessly.
"Leave my camp alone!" Mosspath snarled, releasing him. Cinderfur was bleeding badly, but he wasn't finished yet. Staggering to his paws, the tom hissed while dripping blood.
"Never! Leave!" He spat defiance.
"No." Mosspath glared at him, icily calm. "You leave, Cinderfur." Cinderfur hissed, but he was losing blood quickly. Cinderfur fled to his territory leaving Mosspath feeling a bit triumphant.
"Nightstar's fleeing." Mudclaw limped up to her. Sure enough the ShadowClan cats were swarming through the exit.
"I think Crookedstar's next." Tigerclaw was fighting the light-colored tabby. Few RiverClan cats remained including Silverstream, Stonefur, Crookedstar and a light tabby Mosspath didn't recognize.
Tigerclaw was standing over a fallen Crookedstar. Had he killed the leader? But Crookedstar flew to his paws and retreated. His cats followed him. Mosspath breathed a sigh of relief; the battle was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Barkface emerged from his den with a mouthful of herbs and began to tend to the wounded. Mosspath bounded over to the ThunderClan cats.
"Thank you, Fireheart." She meowed. Fireheart dipped his head in acknowledgment.
"You fought well, Fireheart." A brown tabby told him and a black-speckled white she-cat with black ears and black paws nodded in agreement.
"Yes," The same pale gray she-cat who had noticed the kits praised him. "You're a fine warrior. StarClan will honor you for this."
"I'll make sure Bluestar hears about it!" The tabby meowed. Fireheart's ears twitched with happiness.
"I wish you were my mentor!" The small black-speckled she-cat was skipping around Fireheart. "Runningwind always makes me go on the dawn patrol!"
"Wildpaw!" Runningwind cuffed her around the ears, but his eyes shone with affection for his apprentice. Fireheart shuddered suddenly.
"Are you okay?" Mosspath asked suspiciously.
"Er, yes, sorry." Fireheart murmured. "Just thinking."
"Well, I'll go see to some others." Willowpelt responded.
"Yes-fine, thanks." Fireheart was still lost in thought. Runningwind and Wildpaw followed Willowpelt while Mosspath went to lay in the shadows, waiting for Barkface's herbs. She began to lick her wounds when Tigerclaw stalked up to Fireheart.
"Darkstripe says you let a RiverClan she-cat escape!" Mosspath shifted uncomfortingly; she didn't want to risk moving and drawing the awkward attention of the two ThunderClan toms.
"She escaped, yes," Fireheart replied after a long hesitation. "like Crookedstar escaped from you. Why? Did you want me to kill her?" Tigerclaw lashed his tail.
"Darkstripe says you didn't even scratch her."
"Perhaps Darkstripe should chase after her and ask if it's true!" Fireheart sneered. Darkstripe, who Mosspath noticed for the first time, looked as if he would have leapt on Fireheart for a couple of mouse tails.
"He doesn't need to." Tigerclaw went on, defending his Clanmate. "Darkstripe tells me your young gray friend chased after her." Mosspath realized the dark tabby meant Graystripe. "Perhaps he'll be able to tell us how badly she was scratched." Mosspath stared confusedly. Why didn't the deputy trust his Clanmate?
"Look who's back." Tigerclaw was looking at Graystripe. "Do you want to ask him how the she-cat is? No, wait, I can guess his answer. He'll just tell me he didn't manage to catch up with her." Tigerclaw gave Fireheart a scornful look before leaving with Darkstripe at his tail. Graystripe sat with his head bowed and Fireheart went to talk with Graystripe.
"Are you okay?" Mudclaw asked, concern clouding his eyes. Mosspath nodded.
"I suppose. Are there many herbs?" Mudclaw shook his head.
"At least ShadowClan and RiverClan are gone." With a jolt Mosspath realized this was right. Maybe now that the Clans had fought, maybe Nightstar and Crookedstar would give up their attacks.
This could be the beginning of a new, easier life for WindClan.
Author's Words: Ending=Gaaaaaaay and not in the good way lol. Anyway, working on a sequel. This started out as a book report and I got assigned to do another book report so I thought hey why not do a sequel since this was pretty popular on my DA. The whole story amounted to 96 pages, btw.