Flames make me depressed… I know they shouldn't but they do, I got my first flame on this story, well my first flame ever actually… oh well, on with the story!

Lion799: Okay, well, first of all, I am not going to change the names for one person's sake. Also, the names are important to the prophecy told in the beginning. And have you ever heard not to judge a book by its cover? My characters are more than just their namesake. Sorry if you don't read this story anymore cause of my mean response. I'll try to make my names more creative later on.

Zestia240: Glad to hear it! Things get even more intense in this chapter! Prepare yourself!

Starbomb: Haha, doesn't he? Adderstar is a little… defensive

Misthaze: Hey! I am so happy to hear you like my story! Ask me any question on this story if you want and I'll answer as I have here, enjoy!

Pengirl: Ok, the first chapter of your story is out!

Here we go!

Chapter 13: The Invasion

Rosepaw's heart beat loudly in her chest. She felt as if her paws couldn't move her fast enough. Not near fast enough. It hadn't taken her long to put it all together, WindClan having few warriors (out of their many at least) at the Gathering, Adderstar nearly starting a fight with Oakstar, he had seemed very defensive about them being accused of trespassing onto ThunderClan territory.

WindClan was attacking.

Rosepaw raced along the lakeside, she just passed into WindClan territory. She pricked her ears for any sounds coming from their camp. There was only silence. I wish I had better ears! She shook her head, pushing side thoughts away. She needed to focus on helping her Clan now. She shuddered as she neared the creek between ThunderClan and WindClan territory. There was an eerily strong scent of WindClan.

Rosepaw felt worry crash down on her shoulders. What if Stonepaw was hurt? He was sick already, and what of her own mother Morningfeather? Oakstar had left the Clan very unguarded. They would be no match for the waves of warriors that WindClan had.

She bolted from the creek she was at, her paws seeming to become invisible underneath her they moved so fast. She felt the cool wind of the night blow her fur back. She cast a glance up at the moon. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The Gathering must be going well. They don't know about the invasion though.

The sudden sound of screeches reached Rosepaw's ears. She cringed for a moment. They need me now, they won't be expecting me. She thought. A sudden power surged through her as she raced to the bramble entrance, pushing her way through quickly she skidded to a stop to see a gruesome scene.

WindClan warriors were everywhere. The cats who Oakstar had left behind, Morningfeather, Darkfoot, Leafsparrow, Rockheart and Stonepaw fought with all their might, forming a circle around Flightbreeze, Flamekit, and Squirrelfang. Rosepaw felt a twinge in her heart when she saw Troutclaw fighting among the warriors.

Silently, Rosepaw crept up behind a cat in the back. It's ruffled tabby fur was stuck out before her. Without making a sound, Rosepaw launched herself onto the cat's back. She overtook it easily. It had to only be an apprentice, if that.

Rosepaw dug her claws into its neck before swatting it on the head. The WindClan cat didn't make a sound, it was knocked out cold. Rosepaw felt satisfied with her first one down, but she couldn't possibly continue doing that among all these merciless WindClan warriors.

What if I make it seem as if there are more of me? The idea popped into her head. Rosepaw smiled slinking away into the brush. She gave out a battle cry, repeating it again and again, making sure to never yowl in the same place more than once.

A few cats turned towards the bushes, tilting their heads in curiosity. Rosepaw crept by one of the outermost warriors. She dove for it quietly. This one was a warrior. A black she-cat. Rosepaw caught the warrior off-guard, the she-cat fell onto her side. Quickly, Rosepaw grabbed the cat's paw in her jaws, dragging it back to the bush.

But there was where the she-cat caught up with what was happening. With a screech of fury, the black warrior leapt into Rosepaw, tearing into her long brown fur with ferocious yowls of triumph. Rosepaw cried out, desperately trying to belly rake the warrior off of her.

She heard the bushes bristle and looked up to see more WindClan warriors gathering around, watching her with a look of pleasure on her face. Her plan hadn't gone exactly as planned. Not at all. But she did distract them. Rosepaw struggled to hold in her screeches of pain. If she went to StarClan, she didn't want to go as a crying little she-kit.

Rosepaw saw a flash of gray fur above her. The black warrior was off of her. Rosepaw struggled to her paws, gasping for breath. She turned to see that the cats watching her be killed were now tackled by the remaining warriors in ThunderClan. She Squirrelfang sitting back with Flamekit while Flightbreeze tore into a dark tabby in protection of her kit.

Rosepaw looked over to where the black she-cat lay on the ground. Suddenly, she recognized the cat who had saved her. Troutclaw! Why in StarClan is he fighting! The black she-cat lay nearly motionless on the bloody ground, but Rosepaw noticed her flank slowly rising and falling.

"I should let you die," Troutclaw hissed, crouched near the she-cat's ear. The black she-cat still struggled to breath and didn't say a word. "But I will let you live." He murmured. "Every cat deserves a second chance." Rosepaw didn't hear very well, but she swore to StarClan that she heard the black cat grumble out "Thank you,"

Troutclaw looked up from the black cat. His eyes met Rosepaw's. "Lets go." He meowed, trotting over to her. "We have not won this battle yet." "But you shouldn't be fighting!" Rosepaw blurted out. Troutclaw cast her a glance. "Neither should you with those wounds." He meowed. Rosepaw glanced down at the pool of blood that formed below her.

"I'm still going to fight," she mewed defiantly. Troutclaw smiled, a light glistening in his eyes. "As will I." he meowed. "Now, comes, let's go." Rosepaw looked over to see cats battling under the moonlight. Stonepaw fought with as much ferocity as he could manage against a dark brown tom, an apprentice.

The tom put up a good fight, especially since Stonepaw was weakened by his unidentified illness. "I'll go help Stonepaw," Rosepaw mewed. Troutclaw nodded to her. "I'll go help with Flightbreeze, those WindClan cats seemed determined to get Flamekit. Rosepaw nodded glumly, looking over to see the kit trying to hide between Squirrelfang's legs, pure terror in his eyes.

Rosepaw rushed over to Stonepaw. His oppose was playing with him, jumping out of the way whenever Stonepaw attempted to strike. Rosepaw saw dullness she hadn't seen before. Stonepaw let out a weary cough, stumbling to the side as the brown apprentice whacked him again.

Rosepaw charged up, full speed, she bowled into the cocky apprentice, knocking him right off his paws. The brown tom drew in a quick breath in surprise. Rosepaw hissed at him, clawing into his pelt. Stonepaw, walked over to her. "Rosepaw… you should be at the Gathering." He mumbled. "And what good would I be there?" Rosepaw asked.

The apprentice underneath Rosepaw screeched in pain, squirming out and racing away to stand by a tortoiseshell she-cat. The tortoiseshell looked around nervously. Her eyes flittered uncomfortably. She knew the position that WindClan was in. Many of her warriors were struck down. "Retreat WindClan!" she cried as she raced off without a look back.

The brown tom raced after her as well as many others. Rosepaw noticed the black warrior limping away, fear and pain hiding in her eyes. Why didn't Oakstar show up! Rosepaw thought angrily, flexing her claws. She looked around at her Clanmates.

Stonepaw was badly injured, and his sickness was taking a toll on him as he wavered near the ground, hunched over it. Troutclaw appeared surprisingly unscathed, except for a small scratch on his flank. Flightbreeze was covered with many small but deep wounds from protecting her kit with the ferocity of a fox. Leafsparrow, Darkfoot, Morningfeather, and Rockheart's conditions were bad, they had been the cats mainly in the battle, fighting off the WindClan cats while Rosepaw and the others picked them off slowly.

Rosepaw took in a deep breath. The moonlight lit up the blood the splattered all over the ground. "Good job Rosepaw," Rosepaw felt surprised to look up at Darkfoot complimenting her. "Oh, thanks, but I didn't really do anything." She mewed, her fur sticking to her with embarrassment.

Darkfoot twitched his whiskers. "How could you say that?" he asked. "Of course you did something! You made us win this battle." He meowed. "Don't answer back to this, because I know it will only be criticism that you don't deserve towards yourself." With that he padded away, leaving Rosepaw in awe.

She looked over her Clanmates. "Okay, everybody, lick your wounds, I am sure Oakstar and the others will be here soon." She was right, after awhile of cleaning up the bloody mess of herself, Oakstar appeared through the bramble entrance.

Horror appeared clear on the leader of ThunderClan's face. "What happened here?" he demanded, his voice wavering slightly in bewilderment.

Boy did they have a story to tell.

Alright that is all for now! If someone could tell me which is worse, whitecough or greencough, that would be fantastic! See you soon!