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Mistpelt dashed through the bracken towards the WillowClan border, Nightfang close behind her. This will work, she thought. This has to work. When they finally reached the scent-markers, the two stopped.
"The camp is just a straight shot from here," she mewed. "Do you remember the plan?"
"Of course!" he hissed. "Just make sure it works for you sake."
The silver warrior narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. Turning around, she quickly headed for the gorge. If her plan went well, she would be rid of the nuisance called Amberstorm. No, the Clan would be rid of her.
When she heard the caterwaul of one of her Clan mates, she quickened her pace. It was time.
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Amberstorm let out a sleepy yawn as she curled up in between Blacktail and Birdsong. Finally, I can rest.
Just then, right as she laid her head down, a gust of wind blasted through the den. Amberstorm's head shot up when a single scent stuck out. LeafClan! "Blacktail!" she hissed quietly. "Do you smell that?"
"Yeah," the tom replied, his hackled raising. "We'd better check it out."
She nodded and quietly slipped out of the den. There was no reason to raise an alarm unless it was an ambush. After all, it might be Blackspots needing some herbs or something. But she knew that this was just wishful thinking.
Suddenly, a large black shape rammed into her side. She let out a surprised hiss and twisted her head around to see her attacker. "Nightfang!" she growled.
"Who else?" Nightfang snarled.
Amberstorm closed her eyes and slammed her back paws into the deputy's underbelly. To her relief, the tom jumped off of her, clearly winded. She watched with slight satisfaction as Blacktail slashed at his sides with unsheathed claws. As Nightfang let out a yowl of pain, she heard several warriors wake up in shock.
Realizing that he was about to be surrounded, the LeafClan tom spat and ran off. That's right! Amberstorm yowled silently. Run back home!
No, a voice countered. It's not over yet.
Without giving it any thought, Amberstorm leapt to her paws again and dashed after the black warrior, ignoring Blacktail, who was caterwauling, trying to get her to come back.
The tabby blinked in surprise when she discovered that Nightfang's trail led to the gorge. "So something is wrong," she muttered to herself. That's when she realized that Mistpelt hadn't gotten back from her hunt yet. Something is really wrong.
She winced slightly as her pads grazed the hard stone as she reached the area she had been only hours before. Sniffing the air, she confirmed that both Mistpelt and Nightfang were here, which only confused her more. "Show yourself!" she yowled.
Amberstorm let her fur lie flat when Mistpelt appeared out of the shadows. "It's just you, for StarClan's sake!" she snarled. "You nearly scared me to- Mistpelt?"
Mistpelt hadn't been listening, but advancing on Amberstorm with her claws unsheathed and her teeth bared.
"Mistpelt! What in StarClan's name are you doing?"
"Finishing what you started," she hissed.
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"We have to stop them!" Spottedleaf gasped. "This will only end in bloodshed."
Bluestar sat down by the medicine cat and rested her tail on her shoulder. "You know as well as the rest of us that we can't," she mewed. "We knew that this would happen eventually."
"I warned Echostar," Blackstar growled. "I suppose he doesn't take this as seriously as he should."
"You're wrong," Tallstar protested. "Even if Echostar figured out who the murderer was, there was nothing he could do to stop this. All we can do is pity him. He will lose two excellent warriors tonight."
"But I thought only-
"You are correct," Firestar rumbled. "But the other won't return either."
"And all we can do is sit and watch," Lionblaze whispered.
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Amberstorm felt herself back up as Mistpelt came closer. "Mistpelt, I'm not your enemy!" she cried. "It's Nightfang."
The silver tabby let out a soft sigh. "Poor Amberstorm," she murmured with false sympathy. "If only you could understand. I am merely doing this for the good of the Clan."
"Good of the Clan?" she repeated. She opened her mouth to say more, but was cut off as Mistpelt barreled into her. Amberstorm let out a shriek as her Clan mate slashed her shoulder open.
"I r-refused to attack you!" she spluttered.
"That's fine with me," Mistpelt replied maliciously.
Amberstorm yowled once more as she received a blow to her underbelly. I can't attack, she reminded herself. No matter how much I hate her, she's apart of my Clan!
But you must! Bramblestar's voice echoed through her ears. If you value your life, fight back!
But, that would be betraying the Clan! She protested.
Fight! The tom merely repeated. This blasted fool has betrayed the Clan anyway! She's an enemy! Why do you think Nightfang came into your camp?
Once again, Amberstorm agreed with the logic coming from the former leader. Heaving herself up, she glared at Mistpelt. "Very well," she rasped. "If it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get." "
The other warrior didn't reply, she just merely ran at Amberstorm. This time, though, she was ready. Amberstorm jumped to the side an aimed a blow at Mistpelt's ribs, which landed successfully. Mistpelt let out a hiss before jumping on the tabby, clawing at her back.
Amberstorm rolled over, nearly pinning Mistpelt to the ground. Unfortunately, her rival had jumped back, barely a tail-length away from the edge of the gorge. Without considering the risks, Amberstorm slammed into the she-cat, causing her to stumble backwards.
Her satisfaction was short lived, though. Her yowl of triumph turned into one of terror as both of the she-cats went over the side of the cliff. She closed her eyes, waiting to hit the icy waters of the river below.
"Amberstorm! Mistpelt!" a voice screeched from above. Amberstorm opened her eyes to see Echostar watching them fall, pure terror in his eyes.
She let out a cry as she hit the freezing river. Frantically trying to keep her head on the surface, she quickly tried to search out dry land. Finally, she saw a sandy bank not too far from her. Paddling with all her might, Amberstorm refused to let the land get out of her sight.
Finally, after what felt like moons, she scrambled up onto the bank, panting for breath. "I'm alive!" she gasped. Then, a thought hit her. What about Mistpelt? She scanned the black, churning waters for any sign of the warrior. I wonder if she's alive.
As if to answer her question, she felt something hit her paws. Looking down, she fought down the urge to wail like a kit. There, at her paws, was the body of Mistpelt.
I killed her! She thought. If it wasn't for me, she'd be alive! StarClan, what do I do? I can't go back to the Clan like this. They'll accuse me of murder!
"No," she whispered. "I can never go back. Never."
The tabby she-cat then turned towards the horizon and dashed off, hot tears forming in her eyes. Never again would she see her friends. Never again would she hunt in a patrol.
Never again would she be a warrior of WillowClan.
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The End
It doesn't even matter