Prologue
The warrior on guard at the gorse tunnel entrance was a black pelted warrior on one side and on the other was a dark brown tabby she-cat. Her trained amber eyes scanned the moor and her ears twitching. She inhaled deeply, and was caught by surprise by enemy scent. Her companion stiffened, then bolted to his powerful paws. She stood up, jaws opened, ready to yowl a warning.
A dark tabby tom and blueish gray she-cat appeared over the horizon. -Foreststar and Seastar!- She thought, then let out a loud yowl that bounced off the hollow that made up Moonclan's camp. She saw Dewclan and Gorgeclan warriors leaping over the rise and then all of Moonclan's warriors raced out of the tunnel, buffeting her with their fur and the scent of home.
She saw ForestStar about to bite down on Pondstar's neck and she launched across the moor with increasing speed and pushed the larger tabby tom away from her leader. Pondstar took advantage of the distraction and reared up onto her hind paws, with the tabby she-cat right beside her.
They advanced on the tom with death blows. Suddenly the warriors that were wounded left, and a second wave attacked.
They pushed the already weakened clan back, away from their camp.
Pondstar looked at Fangpelt and hissed under her breath "We are retreating, quick, get the kits and elders and queens out of the camp help them to the sewer system, just on the edge of our territory"
"Yes Pondstar" She answered. Fangpelt raced into the camp.
"Elders, help get the queens get their kits out of camp safely!" She mewed, the two elders each grabbed one kit, luckily, there was only 1 queen with kits, and 1 expecting. The queen grabbed her last kit and she helped the expecting queen. They headed out the back entrance of the camp. She heard Pondstar's commanding yowl.
"Moonclan, Retreat! Follow me!"
She sighed and led the queens, kits and elders to the sewer pipe lines and met the already gathered clan there. She helped make a makeshift den and then she felt pain in her stomach.
The expecting queen, goldenflower, looked at her with concern.
"Your expecting kits" She whispered softly.
"I know" She said, "i will move into the nursery as soon as we get to a safe spot" She mewed.
"Such determination" The golden pelted warrior murmured.
After many hours of hard work, the makeshift dens were made and some patrols sent out to fetch prey. Fangpelt headed into the nursery and made a nest next to her friend. Soon she drifted into sleep, hoping for her clan that they will find a new territory, with safe haven so she can raise her kits up safely.