this plot is getting intense and also kinda hard to write

Chapter 14: The battle, Part 1 (yes, very creative name, i know)

It's been a while since I updated this story, but those of you who read chapter 13 will know exactly what's happening currently.

Icetail was out patrolling the exiled cats' territory; by now she was feeling a bit better after the incident in which she jumped out of the tree to try and kill herself. Bluewhisker and the others still hadn't forgiven her for firing without command and destroying the majority of RiverClan, but they knew that Icetail meant no harm and just couldn't keep control of herself. They still cared for her and promised to do so until she was better and could take care of herself again.

Patrolling wasn't hard. Just walk in a circle and go back to camp, that's it. Ever since the ex-warriors had gathered here to make their own camp, nobody else dared to mess with them, although it was good to be sure.

Today, Icetail took extra precaution with the side of the border closest to RiverClan territory. RiverClan patrols had been venturing far outside their own territory lately, and Icetail wasn't about to blow that off in case the warriors decided to pay them a visit. She saw an unusually large patrol far away this time; it seemed to be heading toward her, but not necessarily outside the RiverClan border. Then she noticed something else. Was Redstripe/Redstar on a loft?

Icetail narrowed her eyes at the disgusting sight. Redstripe, Tealstripe, and a couple senior warriors were being carried on huge lofts, with roofs, pillows, and even an endless stock of beer. Almost two dozen apprentices helped to carry the lofts, their tails drooping and their heads down. Icetail guessed that they were being abused or beaten, because many of them had scratches and bruises on their scrawny pelts. They must also have been starved. And that wasn't the end of it. Even the remaining warriors and some elders were doing their part too. There were less of them, but they were still being forced to carry the spoiled snobs. Redstripe and his goons had turned into literal kings since the exiled warriors had been banished from the Clan.

Icetail shook her head and focused on the patrolling. There was still a while to go until she reached the camp, so she needed to focus. Redstripe probably didn't even know where the ex-warriors had made their camp, so she would probably be perfectly fine.

Lightpelt PoV (havent done this before)

The ferns swayed as Icetail walked back into the camp. Lightpelt meowed a greeting, and padded back to his own den, made from a few sheltering bushes. Fishfur was waiting for him there, his sleek gray pelt spiked with fear. He was hiding, not waiting. Lightpelt stared at him in suprise, not sure what to say for a heartbeat. He never knew Fishfur to get scared like this.

"Fishfur! What's going on? What happened?" He demanded, not letting fear control him.

Fishfur didn't move, and didn't speak. Now Lightpelt knew something had to be seriously wrong.

"Fishfur! Speak to me! Please, man, I have to know what's going on if we want to fix the problem!"

Just then, Lightpelt noticed a small slip of paper next to Fishfur. The writing was sloppy, but Lightpelt could read it clearly. He heard Fishfur wince as Lightpelt's fur started to stand on end. He started to panic.

The note read: RUN.

For a moment, Lightpelt frantically looked around in all direction, trying to see what could possibly be so dangerous. But again, he didn't let his fear take control. Assuming that Fishfur would be well hidden, he ran away from the den and into the clearing, alerting the others to run and hide as well. Bluewhisker asked what was wrong, but Lightpelt didn't have an answer to that question.

"I don't know! Fishfur was scared, and there was a note that said run, and I think that's what we need to do! Let's go! Fast!" He frantically blurted out, running through the other dens to make sure all four of them were ready to find cover elsewhere. He, Blewhisker, Icetail, and Robinblaze scrabbled down the slope outside the camp, desperately searching for a bush or tree to hide in. It was about then when Lightpelt realized what Fishfur was so scared of. It was Redstripe and his goons. He had often seen them around their territory on lofts being carried by apprentices and weak warriors, but never this close. Almost immediately when the four ex-warriors spotted them, The snobs launched themselves off the lofts and streaked across the forest in pursuit of the quartet. Now they were in real danger.

Thankfully, the apprentices and warriors didn't attack, they just sat next to the lofts with looks of sorrow on their faces. Every remaining RiverClan cat knew about the banishing of Lightpelt, Fishfur, Bluewhisker, Icetail, and even Robinblaze, the healer/medicine cat who had been exiled later on. Every cat in their right mind knew that the five cats were innocent.

Lightpelt saw that there were exactly six cats after him; they were clearly outnumbered. He now realized that there was no other option than to fight, because even though there were a few bushes up ahead, He and his companions wouldn't make it there in time due to the RiverClan snobs' frightening speed.

BOUTTA SHOW YOU SOME REAL SPEEEED BITCH

Lightpelt took a deep breath before quickly planning his attack in his head. The other three ex-warriors were hissing and spitting at the RiverClan warriors as they neared them, ready to strike. You got this, Lightpelt whispered to himself, and then sprang at a senior warrior, who wasn't ready for the height of his jump. The plump tom tried to shake Lightpelt off as he sank his claws into the warrior's back. Eventually, it worked and Lightpelt was flung off the back of the massive tom.

Beside him, his companions helped to drive off the horde of snobs, trying and failing to get a grip on their thick pelts. For a moment, Lightpelt wished he had hid in the den with Fishfur, his scent masked by the muddy puddles around the back of the camp. But he'd rather die to save his friends than watch them die while he sat in a bush with nothing to do about it. Lightpelt shook off the hard feelings and leapt back into the writhing, hissing ball of fury. Blood was everywhere, soaking Lightpelt's face and pelt, but he pressed on, clawing the shit out of any warriors who tried to attack him. The next ten minutes were all a blur, just constant battling that never seemed to change, or end. Eventually, Icetail had to step out of the battle because she was too weak to keep fighting. Her white pelt stood out against the greenery of the forest, but she was able to slip out of the battle unnoticed. Unfortunately, that left only three warriors to counter the six stronger RiverClan toms. Lightpelt knew now that they would eventually have to retreat, and just stall the RiverClan snobs while they recovered. But then, it happened. Lightpelt was fighting with all of the energy he had left, when all of a sudden, the RiverClan warriors stopped attacking him and focused only on Bluewhisker and Robinblaze. For a heartbeat, Lightpelt was utterly confused, but then he saw a net close around him, and stop him from going anywhere. This shocked him to the point where he frantically tried to shred the net and escape, but it was no use. It was made of solid rope, and that would take forever to claw through. Suddenly the net drifted up into the air, and Lightpelt could only watch as his ex-Clanmates were forced to retreat and the RiverClan warriors triumphed once again.

DUN DUN DUN!

TO BE CONTINUED...