Fireheart
The sun was already up when Fireheart awoke. The smell of blood was still hanging about the camp like a grisly mist. He stretched and stepped out of the warriors' den. His green gaze scanned the camp and spotted a group of cats gathered near the medicine den. He padded towards them. It didn't take long to figure out what they were talking about.
"I say we kill him," Longtail was meowing, "Then he can't hurt any more kits!" A few cats murmured their agreement, but Tigerclaw shook his head.
"We can't do that until Bluestar gives her consent," he mewed, "And she's sick."
"Will she be okay?" Sandpaw asked from her spot next to Dustpaw.
Tigerclaw nodded, "Yellowfang says so."
Whitestorm gestured towards the pair of them with his tail, "You two fought well last night. I think Bluestar's going to make the pair of you warriors once she's better."
"Right after she's torn Brokenstar to pieces," Mousefur growled. Fireheart pushed through the crowd and saw the ex leader himself lying on a sloppy nest of old moss. A poultice was sitting on his face, covering his eyes. So he really is blinded.
"Hey, Fireheart!" Cinderpaw's mew was energetic, "I think I might be getting better!" Oh StarClan no! He turned to see Cinderpaw staring at him hopefully from her nest, her leg still a twisted mess. He almost let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm sure you'll be fine soon," he lied. Yellowfang suddenly appeared beside him. She didn't look happy.
"I don't see why they're accepting the monster!" she hissed.
Fireheart couldn't help but agree, "I don't understand either. It'll be up to Bluestar in the end." Glancing over at the defeated rogue, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Not so tough now, huh?
A yowl interrupted his thoughts. He glanced up ready to snap at whoever was making the noise, but his mew died in his throat as he heard what the warrior was yowling.
"Rogues! Rogues! We're under attack!" Brokenstar forgotten, the warriors all sprinted for the entrance, knowing that if they could hold the narrow path then it was impossible for the attackers to get into the camp any other way. A few queens bounded back into the nursery, hushing their mewling kits.
Fireheart was dumbfounded, Why are the rogues attacking again? We defeated Brokenstar! He heard a cat screech from the battle up on by the entrance. It was only wide enough for two cats abreast at a time, and Darkstripe and Tigerclaw were preventing any rogues from entering. Then Fireheart saw a pair of small, gray cats with black paws scale down the sheer side of the camp like squirrels, easily gaining access into the camp. They immedietaly sprinted for the medicine den, running in perfect sync. Fireheart moved to intercept them, slamming into the pair only a few tail lengths from the entrance to the den. He was bigger than the two of them, and they were sent sprawling from the impact. However they were back on their paws in an instant, one of them running for the medicine den while the other attacked Fireheart with a ruthless efficiency that only comes from experience. The cat lunged for his throat, and it took all of Fireheart's reflexes to dodge the fatal attack, with the attacker's jaws instead closing around Fireheart's shoulders. A blind rage filled him, and he attacked again, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He heard a yowl as the other cat was repulsed by Yellowfang, the look on the medicine's cat could only be described as death. Hearing the commotion, a trio of warriors bounded towards them, hissing at the pair of gray cats. The two exchanged a quick glance before dashing back up the wall of the camp and out into the forest.
Just then, more rogues burst through Tigerclaw's defense, bloodied but determined. The clearing was soon full of writhing cats, each warrior fighting twice as ferociously on their home turf. Fireheart leaped at a speckled tom, knocking him to the ground in a few vicious pawswipes. The defeated rogue streaked back out of the camp, dodging one of his comrades who had been tossed flailing into the air by Tigerclaw. Fireheart backed away from the conflict. There's no point in me defending the camp. Nobody will notice if I'm not fighting. Then he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Tigerclaw staring at him, rage filling the huge warrior's gaze. Fireheart felt his blood run cold, He knows I'm not fighting. He'll tell Bluestar! He'll call me a coward! Maybe he knows what I'm planning! I'll get kicked out of ThunderClan! Then his calculating side took over. He can't kick me out… Not if I tell Bluestar that he killed Redtail. Little did the ginger tom known just how much that lie would change the Clans.