Rosepaw crashed through the grass and into the camp. She saw many cats, warriors and apprentices, biting and scratching eachother. Blood was shed over the dirt and Wildstar was fighting with two cats, a foreigner and a Leafclan warrior. The foreighner was barely worth the challenge, and the other looked as if he had just become a warrior. Wildstar brushed them off easily, so Rosepaw didn't try to help him. Suddenly, a black and white tom thrashed out of the battle and slammed into Rosepaw. Rosepaw raked him across the face, though it didn't do much. The warrior grabbed Rosepaw by the scruff and ran out of the camp. The warrior didn't bother with comfort, so Rosepaw was in pain. She tried to yowl for help, but the warrior's grip on her choked her. Then, she was slammed into a trunk of a tree, and she blacked out.
When Rosepaw awoke, she was startled to see and smell unfamiliar things in this den. She then remembered the battle and the kidnapping. She tried to run out of the den, but the tom that took her by the tail and threw her back in. "Hey! Let me go! Help, help!" she cried, though no one was going to answer. "Oh, shut up you little twerp," said the tom. "It was hard enough with you thrashing in my mouth. You're lucky I didn't slam you into a live oak. That dead wood was barely anything to what happened to somethin'-paw over there." He looked at the corner of the den at a living mass of gray fur. Or was it just some grass? It didn't look like a cat, though it's paws were out and the mass was heaving. Almost like breathing--- "Skypaw!" exclaimed Rosepaw. Her beloved friend was in that corner, bleeding on the side of her head and just alive.
"You're supposed to kidnappe them, not kill them!" said Riverwind, the Leafclan Medicince Cat. Riverwind was cleaning the blood off of Skypaw's fur and squeezing the wound together to stop the bleeding. Rosepaw insisted on coming, so the black and white tom, or Shadowlight, had brought her by the scruff into the den and guarded the enteranceway. "I am not a kit! Don't grab my scruff! At least don't use your teeth!" nagged Rosepaw. Just annoy him enough so he lets his guard down. She thought. It was a great intention, just not enough. "For Starclan's sake, shut the heck up!" cried Shadowlight. "Arrrrrgh!"
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"The kits! The apprentices! Where are they?" yowled Daisyfur. "Where is Rosepaw?" She was searching wildly and in vain for her lost daughter. "Daisyfur! Stop this vain search at once!" said Wildstar. His eyes bored into the air as he looked over the plateau on which Skyclan rested. He could see the small, brown splotch that was Leafclan camp. He could see the grass and shrubs rustle as the foreighners left for their own territory, which was very close to the Twoleg territory. Crackedfang, the brown, yellow, and white spotted deputy, joined Wildstar with his unmoving search over the land. "Tragic, isn't it?" he asked, his rough voice quiet as not to lead any eavsdroppers. "All the kits and half the apprentices, gone, just like that.
"Yes," said the wise leader. "it is tragic. They stole my beloved Hollypaw!" shouted Wildstar, suddenly. Wildstar coaght his mistake and motioned to Crackedfang to go to his den. "They stole my Shaggykit, Dawnkit, and Clawkit, also," said the rough voiced deputy. "And they destroyed my life, my Dawncloud." Dawncloud was the mother of Shaggykit, Dawnkit, and Clawkit. Dawncloud was Crackedfang's sister, and her kits were all decendents to Crackedfang. "Leafclan has gone to far," hissed Crackedfang, showing his cracked teeth, broken by war, and really hard boned voles, Crackedfang's favorite food. The voles in the Southern part of the forest, where Leafclan and Skyclan had their camps, were very fat and hard boned. The winters were rough, usually 20-, and the prey had adapted and learned to become strong and fat. It was their only way to survive, and to die more also. The cats had no problem with that, but a thought haunted Wildstar. What are they doing to our children?