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2) Well Morningfeather doesn't necessary hate Rosekit, but she thinks she is a bad example for her littermates.
3) There isn't a Stormkit in this story, but if you're referring to Rosekit's friend, Stonekit, then I am happy to report he is doing good! He actually is a main character in this chapter.
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Chapter 7: The Rescue
Rosekit stuttered back to WindClan, blood soaking from her fluffy light brown pelt. WindClan has no mercy. She hacked up some blood. Lesson learned. She looked up at Clawpelt gazing down at her, no sign of pity in his gaze.
"Might as well head over to the Medicine Cat Den." He growled, flicking his tail to a cozy little den."No need to have another warrior dead before six moons old." His words shook Rosekit to the core. She gave a tentative nod and stumbled over to the den. She peered inside before entering, seeing a small black and white tom, surrounded by bleeding cats. Rosekit gasped in horror. Warriors, apprentices, and kits made this way from their own Clanmates.
"Oh, hello there, young one, come on in, I'll look at your wounds in a few." The medicine cat, an elderly tom meowed, his eyes flickering with worry and fear. Rosekit nodded, padding over to sit down near another kit and lick the blood from her pelt.
"Now what happened here?" the tom asked.
"Battle-training." Rosekit murmured. The medicine cat blinked at her with curiosity.
"You're not from here are you?" he asked. Rosekit shook her head.
"No, I am from ThunderClan." She answered. The tom shook his head in shame.
"Terrible isn't it?" the tom meowed solemnly. Rosekit nodded, her heart feeling heavy in her chest.
"Yes, it is." She meowed, looking at him. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Bramblebreeze." He answered, plastering her long scratch with cobwebs after rubbing a poultice on it. Rosekit nodded in acknowledgement.
"How many patients do you have?" she asked, looking around, the number of cats coming in and leaving seeming endless. How do they expect to grow stronger when so few of them are healthy? She wondered. Bramblebreeze shook his head at Rosekit's question.
"I don't know Rosekit, I try not to keep track." He murmured, his head lowered to his paws. Rosekit felt a stab of sympathy for the black and white tom.
His job as a medicine cat never takes a break. She thought. "Can I leave now?" Rosekit asked, anticipation pricking her paws. Bramblebreeze nodded, turning away to treat another cat. Rosekit got up and walked out of the den. The smell of death immediately hit her nose. What's going on? She saw a reddish tabby and white she-cat lying in the center of camp.
"Foxpelt has left us." Adderstar was saying, his tortoiseshell coat shimmering with blood.
I suppose he must have just returned for 'training'. Rosekit thought. She noticed Clawpelt standing near the she-cat, but it was not sorrow that shown in his eyes, but joy.
"We do not know what killed her." Clawpelt added. Rosekit felt horrified at the grin on his face. Adderstar ignored Clawpelt's comment.
"I will now appoint the next deputy." He meowed, looking over the crowd of cats gathering below him. "Clawpelt will be the new deputy." The amber eyes of Clawpelt shone with valiance and triumph.
What a fox-hearted mouse-brain! Rosekit's claws came out, wishing she could rake that look off his face. Her eyes were drawn to his claws, bloodied. He killed her!
"Mother," Rosekit's eyes flashed up to see Turtleblood crouched over the red tabby, her green eyes huge with sorrow and grief. Fear and pity snapped through Rosekit.
What if that was Morningfeather? She thought, thinking of her own mother.
"What have you done?" Turtleblood's grief-stricken face turned to Clawpelt. The tom regarded her calmly.
"I have done nothing wrong, now I expect you will welcome me kindly as your new deputy." Clawpelt growled smugly. Rosekit was furious. How could a warrior kill in such cold blood?
Turtleblood hissed at Clawpelt, revealing her sharp fangs. Clawpelt suddenly whacked his paw across her face, his claws unsheathed. "No!" Rosekit cried, dashing across to the dark new deputy. "Why would you kill your own deputy?" she growled.
Much to her surprise, no cats seemed surprised at her accusation. They just twitched their whiskers as though they had heard it a thousand times. "I killed no one." Clawpelt replied indignantly.
"Of course you did!" Rosekit growled. "WindClan is nothing more than fox-hearted piles of mouse-dung!"
Pain seared through her face. She flew across the clearing, knocked onto her side; she staggered to get back up again. It took her awhile to realize what had happened. Clawpelt had smacked her, sending her flying with fresh blood springing from her face.
Rosekit lumbered back towards him. "Nothing you can do to me will ever change that."
"Do-
"Rosekit." The cream she-kit turned to see Turtleblood butting in before Clawpelt could snarl at her again. "Go to the nursery," Turtleblood meowed.
"I will," Rosekit murmured, hurrying away to the nursery.
She curled up in the old moss nest and licked her bloodied wounds. What had this Clan done to her? If she had just listened to her mother, she would have never gotten into this mess. The moon hung in the sky. With a sigh, Rosekit settled down and closed her eyes.
"Rosekit? Rosekit, wake up."
A gentle paw poked her in the side. Rosekit's eyes stretched open. "I…" she broke off, seeing a gray tom kit looking at her. "Stonekit!" she meowed in amazement. "What are you doing here?"
Stonekit looked at his paws in embarrassment. "Well, the Clan was looking for you, and they followed your scent to the WindClan border. They decided they would send in a patrol tomorrow to claim you, but they thought it would most likely end in battle." He meowed. "So I decided to just come and get you so that there wouldn't be need of a battle."
"Stonekit that's amazing! I can't believe you were brave enough to come into a WindClan camp all by yourself. The cats here are brutal!" Stonekit twitched his whiskers.
"You know I'll always come for you."
Rosekit smiled. "Alright, now we had better get out of here. How did you even get in?"
"I snuck past the guard." He answered. My pelt blends in pretty well with night."
"But how will I get out?" Rosekit asked.
"I'm still stuck on that part." Stonekit admitted.
"Okay, well let's just give it a shot." Rosekit meowed.
Stonekit nodded. "Follow me." He meowed, crouching low and speeding out of the nursery. Rosekit followed her body low to blend in with the terrain below her.
Stonekit snuck past the WindClan guard with ease. I can do the same. Rosekit tried to reassure herself. She raced across as fast as she could to join Stonekit out of the hollow. I did it!
"Great job!" Stonekit meowed encouragingly.
"It's a clear shot to our territory now." Stonekit murmured his pace a trot. "We did it."
Rosekit nodded. "Of course we did!"
"You better start staying out of trouble now." Stonekit meowed.
"I'll try." Rosekit murmured.
She looked across the moor. She froze when she saw the shadows of several cats set against eachother. "Stonekit, stop." She whispered urgently.
"What is it?" Stonekit asked. Rosekit flicked her tail towards the cats.
"There are WindClan cats training." She meowed.
Stonekit nodded. "Well spotted." He meowed. "I bet we can sneak past them though."
"I hope so." Rosekit mewed. Stonekit led the way, crouching low as they neared. Rosekit's heart fell when she saw Turtleblood fighting Clawpelt, her claws extended and claws, blood running from her scratches.
"Do you hear something?" Rosekit froze when she heard Clawpelt's meow. Turtleblood's eyes met Rosekit's.
"Nothing at all." She meowed. "Why, do you?" she asked.
Clawpelt nodded. "I do, let's go check it out."
"Run Stonekit!" Rosekit whispered as Clawpelt drew near.
"Kits!" Clawpelt roared, racing towards them and grabbing them in his mouth by their scruff.
"Let us go!" Stonekit hissed. Turtleblood neared, fear in her eyes for them.
The other training cats walked towards them as well. "That mouse-brained ThunderClan kit again!" a ginger warrior growled. "This time she has a friend." Clawpelt grumbled, eyeing Stonekit. Turtleblood looked frozen to the ground.
"Let's take them back." Clawpelt meowed to the crowd, heading off towards camp with Stonekit and Rosekit hanging from his jaws. Rosekit felt useless. Her spirit broken in two as she hung in shame. She glanced at Stonekit.
"I am sorry I got you into this mess."
Stonekit cast a sympathetic look at her. "Don't worry." He meowed. "ThunderClan will come for us tomorrow. We have nothing to worry about." He meowed. Rosekit sighed.
"You don't understand. It's brutal here. Have you seen my wounds?"
With a loud thump, Rosekit and Stonekit were dropped to the ground. What happened? Rosekit flashed around to see Turtleblood tearing into Clawpelt with unmatched ferocity. Blood spilled against the grass.
"That is for those kits! Thatis for the horrendous things that you put this Clan through! And this is for my mother!" she leaned for his throat, her jaws wide open, her razor sharp teeth digging into it. Clawpelt thrashed around her, trying to get her to secure her grip.
But it was too late. His eyes shadowed over, his body fell limp in Turtleblood's jaws. Rosekit stood watching in amazement. The glory of it all was unmatched. Turtleblood released him and he crumpled to the ground. "Turtleblood! You saved us!" Rosekit gave a cry of triumph.
Turtleblood smiled. But then a pile of WindClan cats dove onto her, tearing her tortoiseshell fur to pieces. "Turtleblood! No!" Rosekit screeched, running forward to claw some of the warrior's ears. She could hear Turtleblood's terrified, unholy screams from the midst of the pile. "Turtleblood!" Rosekit cried.
Stonekit looked at Rosekit. "We have to go." He meowed firmly.
"No! I won't let them kill Turtleblood!" Rosekit objected.
"Rosekit!" Stonekit snapped, his eyes showing a new kind of protection and anger. "We have to go!"
"No!" Rosekit argued. Stonekit grabbed onto Rosekit's scruff.
"Listen to me Rosekit! You know that we have to go! Think!"
Rosekit felt a wave of sadness brush over her. "No," she murmured dejectedly. "We can't!" Rosekit said exasperated.
"Rosekit…" Stonekit gazed into her eyes and Rosekit knew he was right. She couldn't bear hearing Turtleblood's screams as they crept away. Not even after they were silenced.
"We have to bring her body back." Rosekit murmured. Stonekit looked at her with uncertainty, but only nodded.
"You're right, she was a brave good-hearted cat." He meowed. "Let's wait until the warriors have cleared though.
After what seemed like ages, the WindClan warriors left Turtleblood, going to Clawpelt's body and carrying it away as if he was the noble warrior whose death met him too early.
"Let's go." Rosekit murmured as soon as they were out of sight. Stonekit nodded and they raced to where Turtleblood lay.
Rosekit settled down beside Turtleblood, licking her bloodied fur to look clean, with the help of Stonekit, they made her look as if she was only sleeping. "What was her name?" Stonekit asked, his eyes filled with sorrow even though he never had met her.
"It was Turtleblood." Rosekit meowed. "However, that was a terrible name." she continued. "So, as her body lies beneath Silverpelt, I will rename her as Leopardheart." Stonekit nodded.
"You sound like a leader." He commented. Rosekit smiled.
"Let's bring her back to camp where she can have a proper burial."
It took until sunrise to drag Leopardheart's body all the way back to ThunderClan camp. They were greeted by the surprised looking Hailwhisker. Her blue eyes widened as she showed up. "What happened?" she meowed thickly.
Rosekit shared a glance with Stonekit before returning to speak with Hailwhisker. "It's a long story." She meowed. "But we need to speak with Oakstar. Immediately. And also, prepare this cat for burial." Rosekit meowed. "Her name was Leopardheart.
Hailwhisker nodded, grabbing the deceased she-cat and padding to the center of camp where he lay her down gently. He then rushed into Oakstar's den.
Rosekit and Stonekit walked down, Rosekit pressed her nose into Leopardheart's fur. "You were a great cat." She murmured. "I hope you rest well in StarClan, the place that you deserve to go." She gave the tortoiseshell she-cat a long hard look. "I'll sit vigil with you tonight." She meowed.
"So will I." Stonekit added.
"Oakstar will talk to you know," Hailwhisker meowed, stepping outside of the leader's den. Rosekit nodded.
"Let's go Stonekit." She meowed. The two kits headed into the Leader's den, ready to share the story they had.
Okay, what do you think? This one was pretty long; I hope it made up for the last few that were pretty short. This chapter made me sad, Turtleblood (Leopardheart now) died and I really liked her but you know, she was just one of those characters destined to die! Okay, you should review now! Seeya next time!