Shimmerstar finally hit the ground after what seemed like eternity. She lay motionless. Fallenstar hissed with satisfaction. Sunpelt padded over to their fallen leader, shaking her head. Shimmerstar started moving after a minute, and meowed something to Sunpelt. Chillpaw heard it and laughed, "Did you hear that? Shimmerstar just lost a- AAHHHCK!" she yelled as Needlepaw jumped on her and bit her angrily. Needlepaw was much bigger than Chillpaw and hurled Chillpaw through the air.
Flashpaw chased Chillpaw out of the camp, slashing at her angrily. Flashpaw snarled, "Don't come back or you'll get worse treatment than-" her sentence was cut off suddenly as a DarkClan warrior leaped on her and started scratching her. She looked around and saw, to her dismay, that DarkClan seemed to be getting the upper hand in this battle. She was no longer sure if it could be won. She was no longer sure if she would live through this day. She shoved those thoughts aside, however, to roll over on her back and scratch the DarkClan cat's stomach over and over. Finally, he was thrown through the air, twisting and howling. She took this opportunity to get up and chase after him.
The battle continued into the night. Three of GreyClan's warriors had been killed, and two of DarkClan's. Finally, Shimmerstar called to her Clan, and they ran to her quickly. "We must leave," she yowled miserably. The DarkClan cats looked at each other and started yowling their celebration.
"But Shimmerstar!" cried Mixpelt. "We can't let DarkClan take over our territory!"
"They are too strong and will stop at nothing to get it," she meowed angrily. "Three of our brave warriors have been killed! No more blood shall be spilled tonight." She spoke as if this was her last word on the matter and no one could convince her otherwise. Slinking out of camp, Shimmerstar looked back at her Clan. Defeated, they slunk after her, disappearing into the forest. Lightpaw was the last to follow. His gaze lingered angrily on Fallenpaw as he stalked away.
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Redpaw padded into his camp, his eyes searching for his leader, tail lashing anxiously. "Where is Trickstar?" he asked a black and white she-cat.
"Over there," she meowed. Redpaw padded quickly over to his leader, looking nervous.
A brown tabby looked at the young apprentice and meowed, "Is there something you wish to discuss?"
"Yes," he meowed. "I-I think DarkClan has taken over GreyClan's territory!"
"Why do you say that?" asked Trickstar sharply.
"Because I went near GreyClan's border, and I could smell DarkClan scent! It was so strong. I could almost hear the blood splattering on the ground." Redpaw paused, shivering slightly. "GreyClan's scent was fainter than usual."
"Hm," meowed Trickstar. "I'll send Sharpclaw to check it out."
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Sharpclaw returned later. "It certainly seems that DarkClan has taken over GreyClan's territory," she meowed darkly.
Trickstar bristled angrily. She padded over to a large log and leaped on top of it. Sharpclaw sat beside it. "Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here, around Biglog, for a Clan meeting," meowed Trickstar. She waited for all the cats to come out of their dens and sit down, then continued on, "It appears that DarkClan has taken over GreyClan's territory."
Shocked yowls and meows followed her statement. "They may attack our camp next!" she yelled, silencing them. "FireClan must be prepared if this happens. Sharpclaw, make sure all the kits are safe..."
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It certainly seemed that FireClan was ready for DarkClan if they attacked, but LightClan was completely oblivious to what was happening. They went about their daily routines like nothing was going on... and for them, nothing was going on.
"Hey, Whitetail!" mewed a young cat's voice. "What are we going to be doing today?"
Whitetail looked at the she-cat and meowed, "Practice your stalking techniques." He crouched into the correct mouse-stalking position and said, "Remember, mice feel your pawsteps," he meowed. The apprentice lowered herself down and fell into a perfect position. "Nicely done, Yellowpaw!"
Yellowpaw felt a glow of pride. "Thanks," she meowed.
"Now to practice your bird-stalking technique..."
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Poor LightClan has no idea what's going on. Heh. Thank you everybody for your nice reviews! Once again, sorry for the shortness, but I only have limited time, you know.