Hey everyone! Well, just two more chapters and then the epilogue. Wow, I can't believe that this story is almost over. Oh well, you still get one more story, the other one I'm working on, and then the one I'm working on with Snowfire. Well, please review, like always!
[ Chapter 36 ]
Fury swept through Blazepaw as his claws tore through Twoleg flesh. The Twoleg howled in pain as he swiped downwards. It was almost amusing to Blazepaw, watching the stupid creature stomp around as blood seeped from the wound he gave it. But Blazepaw didn't have time for fun. His eyes narrowed with rage as the Twoleg swung a giant, hairless paw down at his head.
Quickly, he dodged to the side, barely missing the slam. The Twoleg howled once more as its paw slammed on the hard, rocky ground. Blazepaw hardly had time to react as it reached out for his scruff.
It managed to hold him as he struggled desperately from its grasp. Suddenly, Owlflight rammed into the Twoleg, causing it to tremble slightly and release its grip.
"Go help Whitewater," Owlflight hissed. Blazepaw nodded, panting and gasping for breath.
He did as Owlflight said and bounded over to the long-haired white cat. Her good eye was blazing with triumph as she swiped her claws across a Twoleg's paw. Blazepaw joined in, narrowly missing a hind paw as it stomped down towards him. Whitewater grinned viciously as the Twoleg stumbled forward.
"These Twolegs are dumber then prey," she muttered as she padded beside Blazepaw.
I wouldn't say that now, he thought. The Twolegs were smart enough to fight back, as more thunderous sounds exploded in the air. He winced slightly as another cat screeched in pain. There was nothing they could do for those who were hit by those firesticks. Not even the medicine cats would be able to save them.
Suddenly, a screech sounded from above. Blazepaw looked up in surprise. Utter shock took over as creatures flew down effortlessly towards the Twolegs, unfolding their wings and extending their talons. The Twolegs cried out in despair as their talons tore through their flesh.
Chronis did it! Excitement now pulsed through him as he watched. Everywhere falcons were flying, Twolegs ran for their lives, shouting terrified cries as they did so. He recognized Chronis as the large bird dug his talons into the skin of a Twoleg, causing it to howl in frustration.
Soon, most of the Twolegs began to run. They were all wailing out in terror, trying to escape the fury of the predators of the sky.
"What's going on?" Blazepaw recognized Tigerheart's voice. He suddenly wondered if the dark brown tabby was remembering the day the rogues attacked the Clans, back at the lake. Blazepaw himself remembered the story Brightheart told him.
Long ago, back when Hollystar was still the deputy, a group of rogues had attacked the Clans. But she had the same powers as Amberpaw, and used them to fight back. The Clans had won, and only because they had the help of predators like the falcons.
The Twolegs were eventually gone. Only a few lay on the ground, bleeding their lives out. Blazepaw looked at them with a strange sense of triumph. The Clans won, once more. He noticed the rest of the warriors struggling to get to their paws, and padded over to them.
Whitewater had a ragged looking scar going down her blind eye. Willowclaw and Hawkclaw looked severely wounded, from what looked like long, sharp looking sticks. Pouncetail's body rested alongside Rainstorm's. And to his horror, there were a few dead ThunderClan warriors as well: Birchfall was dead, along with Mudtalon.
Blazepaw shuddered, suddenly realizing that the death toll could have been much worse. He just hoped...His eyes widened with joy at the sight of Goldenpaw. Stripefur was helping her up. Her shoulder was badly wounded, and blood was seeping from her mouth as she limped forward.
"How are you feeling?" he asked when she approached.
Her eyes glittered, but they had the same mocking look as they had before. She purred and rubbed her muzzle against his own. "We won," she whispered.
Suddenly, a falcon hopped over to them. His beady black eyes held a look of intelligence as he stared straight at them. Blazepaw turned and dipped his head, remembering what Chronis looked like.
"We couldn't have done it without you," he murmured.
The falcon let out a shrill cry before taking off, soaring through the clouds. Blazepaw watched in awe, suddenly wondering what it must feel like, to soar through the air. As he watched, he realized that there was no need. His home was back on the ground, with ThunderClan.
"Cinderstar lost a life," Stripefur meowed when they were away from the Clan. "Her wounds aren't too bad though."
Blazepaw nodded. He knew that Cinderstar had plenty of lives to loose. He wasn't worried.
As they padded over to where Rainshower was tending to wounds, he noticed that Cinderstar wasn't around. He glanced up and saw that she was speaking with Reedstar, Weaselstar and Dawnstar. The four leaders looked like old friends, eager to share tongues and words.
"Who else could speak to animals besides Hollystar?" Weaselstar muttered. His tone wasn't angry. But Blazepaw could see that he was jealous.
"I don't know," Cinderstar admitted. "I had my suspicions about Peppermint's kits, but...I let it slide." She shrugged, and Weaselstar lashed his tail.
"Of course, the great ThunderClan always has some sort of prophecy," Dawnstar sighed.
Blazepaw's eyes widened with fear. The leaders were trying to figure out where the falcons came from. What if they found out it came from Amberpaw? Would they be angry with them? He shook his head, suddenly realizing that they would have to fulfill the prophecy sooner then he'd hoped.
Well, there you have it. Now there's two more chapters and the epilogue, like I said. And don't forget to look at my blog, I've posted a preview of Darkest Stars and I think you'll like it^^