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The Sixth Challenge
Lionstar gathered the cats that were to join him when they went to the gathering. Claystrike, who was SandClan's second medicine cat, was left behind with Springpelt, Duckflight and Redtail, as well as the queens, of course. Just as Applepetal had guessed, Gingerblossom had joined her in the nursery, and the she-cat had her own two balls of fluff, Grasskit and Volekit. They got along rather well with Applepetal's three. Lionstar and Frozenstep led the rest of the cats out of the camp, their path led by the full moon. Springpelt stood guard at the entrance of the camp, and Claystrike and Duckflight were conversing quietly. It seemed like it was going to be a peaceful night.
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Many seasons ago, there had been a beautiful vixen that came to the clans' territory. She lived with her cubs under a large bush in FireClan territory and hunted rabbits in SandClan territory. SandClan caught her and murdered her, and FireClan found the cubs, disposing of them rather quickly. What they hadn't know was her mate, Wraith, a large and powerful reynard had been angered by their self-defense.
Wraith gazed down over the clans, watching as they took a small party from their main headquarters to go to a clearing in the middle of their territory. They were leaving their homes vunerable. Wraith was a smart fox, and knew that in order to at least take back some of his pride, he had to hurt those clans. Eve, the vixen, had been his lifemate. They'd only managed to have one litter of cubs that survived. Wraith's bloodline was not going to be carried down very far because of those cats. Eve and his cubs had to be avenged.
Wraith slunk down the hill, heading directly for SandClan's camp. His energy was kicking up with adrenaline and bloodthirst. He jumped at the first cat he saw, Springpelt. He tossed her to the side, and she fell with a sickening crack and didn't get back up. Wraith turned his blazing brown eyes on Claystrike and Duckflight next, but then he scented something that was much more tantalizing. A soft scent of milk and kittens that led to the low hanging willow. The reynard approached it slowly, and two cats jumped out at him. The fur had splotches of gray in them, but they were fierce. Claystrike ran aid the elders, Russetfoot and Speckleclaw. Wraith hissed and barked at the two interfering cats. He wanted them to feel his pain when cubs were lost. Speckleclaw lept onto Wraith's back, and Russetfoot battled his claws. Russetfoot wasn't as agile as she used to be, and Wraith tore her apart, drenching his long claws in her bright red blood. Claystrike was tossed aside easily by Wraith, and the fox flipped over onto his back, crushing Speckleclaw beneath him. Duckflight had run to warn Lionstar of the fox. It was going to kill all the surprised cats in the camp!
Gingerblossom was hurrying the kits into Lionstar's den, an old rabbit hole that was made larger by past clan leaders. Wraith trapped Cherrykit in his paws, and Applepetal launched herself at him. He was going to kill her kits! Wraith chomped down on Cherrykit, drenching his muzzle in her blood. Appleblossom wailed a strangled battle cry and raked her claws over Wraith's left eye. The fox howled in anger, and Applepetal hissed her anguish. Cherrykit was dead. Wraith flicked his paws out knocking Treekit toward Gingerblossom, who hid the rest of the kits in the den. Applepetal attacked Wraith, trying to keep him away from the rest of the kits and Gingerblossom.
"Hide!" She ordered Gingerblossom. Wraith tossed Applepetal across the camp, and she struggled to bring herself to her paws, blood pulled at her paws, and she was slipping on it. Claystrike managed to bring himself around and launched himself at the raynard.
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Duckflight ran into the clearing, his entire body shaking. His yellow eyes were stretched wide and his heart thundered with fear in his chest. The clan leaders sat upon the highledge and were staring at Duckflight in shock. He'd let out a fearful yowl upon his entrance. A cloud rolled over the moon.
"Lionstar! We're under attack!" Duckflight yowled. The fox was probably gorging himself on Springpelt's flesh, or Claystrike's... or even worse, the kits'.
"What?!" all three of the clan leaders cried in shock. The shadow of the cloud covering the moon fell over the clearing. Duckflight struggled to breathe.
"Fox..." he meowed, then collapsed, no longer able to keep on his paws. Lionstar lept into action, there were kits to defend in their camp. Smoketail was one of the first cats to jump to his paws. His kits were in SandClan! He looked to Falconstar in desperation. Brackenfur charged after Lionstar, he was worried about Gingerblossom and his kits as well.
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Wraith slashed his claws across Applepetal's face. She rolled across the ground. Claystrike heaved himself to his paws, clawing at Wraith pitifully. Wraith pressed the medicine cat to the ground and tore his throat open to make sure he didn't stand back up to fight anymore. Wraith scented the air, tracing the soft milky scent to where the kits had been hidden. The fox flexed his claws and shook out his pelt. He laid his eyes upon the frightened she-cat that stood at the den where the kits were hidden. Wraith pricked his ears looking away from her quickly. Yowls were filling the air. The reynard wasn't going to die there. He jumped up over the slope and slid away from the blood bath. He wasn't done with his revenge.
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Lionstar entered the camp, bits of russet and gray fur was strewn across the camp from what was left of Russetfoot. Speckleclaw layed paralyzed beside the nursery. Applepetal was barely breathing and her face had three slashes across it. Springpelt's neck had snapped, and she'd bled out through her mouth. Gingerblossom sat in front of the leader's den shaking, Cherrykit laying at her paws. The kit had been eaten like a cat might a mouse or any other prey. Brackenfur ran to his mate, but she wouldn't say a word. Claystrike's neck was torn open. Oceanspray stood over the other medicine cat, her whole body shaking.
"Claystrike..." she mewed softly, touching her nose to the tom's cheek lightly. Redtail had curled around Springpelt's dead body, mourning his sister's death loudly. Frozenstep was attempting to bring Oceanspray to Applepetal, who was still alive, but hurt badly. Oceanspray, however, could barely leave her apprentice. Lionstar shook slightly.
"Bring the dead below high rock," he meowed. Claystrike, Cherrykit, Springpelt and what they could find of Russetfoot was set there. Oceanspray tended to Applepetal, Treekit, Volekit and Speckleclaw in her den. Gingerblossom was taken back to the nursery with Harvestkit and Grasskit. The she-cat was silent as if all that she'd seen had stolen it away. Redtail sat vigil with Lionstar that night.
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Wraith left the SandClan camp and stumbled upon LeafClan cats that were returning from the gathering. Reedstar immediately attacked the fox while it was confused. Sparrowfur and Brookpetal followed after their leader without a doubt. Hailpaw clawed at Wraith's flank. The cats weren't giving him room to breath. All the reynard could do was flail about and hope he hit one of the cats. LeafClan cats brought Wraith to his demise. Reedstar wore his battle wounds proudly. They had managed to protect the clans without losing a single cat, but SandClan wasn't so lucky. Many cats had been lost. StarClan welcomed them warmly.
Well, that was a fun chapter. I hope you enjoyed it~ Lots and lots of death, but I'm sure you saw it coming. I liked SandClan... :/ Hrmm... I don't know what I wish to do with the next prompt, so no allusions this time. Bear with me, I'll figure something out.
Anyways, I review would be nice. I like to know how I'm doing...
~AS