A claw moon shined down onto the granite boulders turning silver, all around was silence with the flick of a tail figures flung themselves at each clawing and screeching. A large broad shouldered tabby pinned down a gray tom and spat in his face "oakheart" the tabby placed a paw on the gray toms throat "how dare you hunt in storming clouds territory" the gray tom gasped for air "after tonight this will be a whispering rain hunting ground" a screech came the shore "more whispering rain warriors are coming!" Tigerfang looked over to the water and saw sleek black bodys slid onto shore and hurled themselves into the battle. He whipped his head back to oakheart "you may swim like otters but you and your warriors do not belong in the forest" the dark tabby curled his lip and growled at oakheart. The desperate scream of a storming clouds warrior molly was heard above all the screeching. A whispering rain tom had her pinned down onto the rocks about to deal the killing bite, tigerfang flung at the warrior knocking them off "quick mousefur run!" he ordered, before turning on the whispering rain tom who had threatened her. Mousefur scrambled to her paws, wincing from a deep gash on her shoulder, and raced away. Behind her tigerfang was spitting in rage at the whispering rains tom sliced his nose open. Blinded by blood and rage he snapped at the warrior and sunk his fangs into the shoulder of the whispering rains warrior. The tom screeched in pain and retreated back to the waters, a large golden warrior with a mane like a lion lept onto the rocks "tigerfang there's too many we need to retreat" he meowed the dark tabby shook his head "no lionheart we shall no be beaten by river rats'' lionheart looked into the tabbys amber eyes "snowstar would not expect her warriors to try and fight against these odds storming clouds will honar you're courage" lionheart urged. He liffed his maned head and let out a caterwaul "retreat storming clouds retreat!" At once the storming clouds warriors wiggled their way out of the enemy's paws, snarling and spitting as they lept back into the forest. The whispering rains warriors looked confused for a second then let out yowls of victory. Tigerfang looked back for a second with a grim face and followed his tribe. In a deserted clearing, an old white molly sat alone, staring up at the clear night sky. All around her in the shadows she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping cats. She heard pawsteps behind her and saw her healer spottedleaf walking up to her "how is mousefur?" she asked. The dark tortoiseshell and white molly sits next to her "her wounds are deep but she is young and will heal" the molly meowed to her leader. The white Molly nodded and looked up at the stars. "I'm troubled by tonight's defeat. We haven't been beaten in our own territory since i became leader" she sighed "These are difficult times for our tribe. The season of newleaf is late, and there have been fewer kits. Storming clouds needs more warriors if it is to survive." "But the year is only just beginning," Spottedleaf pointed out calmly. "There will be more kits when greenleaf comes." the white molly nodded "has the tribe of stars talked to you yet?" the tortoiseshell shook her head "no for some moons im sorry snowstar" spottedleaf looked up, she saw a shooting star and her fur started to bristle along her spine "it's a sign from the tribe of stars!" Snowstar looked over to spottedleaf "rusted flames alone shall save our tribe" the white molly tilted her head "flames?" snowstar echoed "but flames are feared by all the tribes! How can flames save us?'' I don't know snowstar , that's the message the tribe of stars sent to me" the storming clouds leader nodded and looked back up to the stars "You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf," she meowed. "If the tribe of stars has spoken, then it must be so. Rusted flames will save our tribe."
