A/N: Whew, I think that's enough for one day. I'm pooped.
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The rouge yelped and pulled back. A flood of angry kits was a force to be reckoned with, after all. Dawnkit leaped onto the rouge's back, sinking her claws in, and held on for dear life. Snowkit was next to her clinging to his scruff, and the rouge screeched as she bit down on an ear. Yellowkit clamped down on the black tom's tail, and Grasskit clamped down on his leg.
All at once, Dawnkit noticed that the strange cats around her were fleeing. And all at once, the unlucky tom fell over. Grasskit staggered back, his mouth bloodstained and open in a silent wail of shock as the black rouge thrashed, his life draining through the deep wound in his neck.
"I killed him!" Grasskit stumbled and almost collapsed, leaning heavily against Dawnkit. "He's dead! I killed him!" Silverfern came hurrying over, shushing him, and consoling him. But Dawnkit shuddered at the wild look of bloodlust she had spied in Grasskit's eyes.
A yowl filled with grief rose on the night air. It came from Blossompelt, who was standing over a black and white cat. Dawnkit felt a throb come over her; a feeling like the earth was falling out from under her feet. Nightwing, the cat who had delivered her and her siblings, had helped the Clan through one of the worst bouts of greencough in clan history, which Yellowkit had almost died from……was dead.
It was only now that Dawnkit felt the pain of a long wound in her side. Timidly, she walked over to Blossompelt. "Blossom….pelt?" The young cat swung her head to look at Dawnkit, her eyes glazed. She woodenly got up, gave Dawnkit's wound a perfunctory sniff, and then disappeared into the medicine cat's den. She came back with poppy seeds, of which she gave Dawnkit one, and then put a poultice the wound.
She then treated Grasskit for shock, and as she moved onto the next patient Silverfern was approached by Rainstar. A conversation ensued, with many looks at the cluster of kits sheltering together in the middle of the clearing.
After the conversation ended, Rainstar jumped onto the Highrock.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey join here, beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting."
The cats of the Clan began to gather. All looked ragged and weary. Half of the fur was missing from Mouseleg's pelt, and one of Snowfur's claws was missing. An apprentice had lost an eye. Dawnkit felt a sense of horror. This was the first battle she had ever seen, and she felt like the Clan would never recover from the wounds it had suffered.