Chapter 5: Blood-stained grass

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Blackstar and five ShadowClan warriors including Rowanclaw enter the camp. Firestar dips his head. "Thank you for bringing your warriors."

Blackstar nods. "There are still other warriors in our camp." He narrows his eyes, even though Firestar was being polite. "So if any warriors think about attacking ShadowClan,"

"And you have the right to protect your Clan first."

"Yes," Blackstar looks at the warriors and apprentices in the clearing. "When are they going to attack?"

Brambleclaw answers "I sent the first patrol of warriors to the WindClan border. I've already split another patrol, and your ShadowClan patrol can go with Brackenfur to the abandoned Two-Leg nest."

I notice Jaypaw must've told them where WindClan are going to attack.

Blackstar frowns. "How do you know where WindClan are going to attack?"

"Jaypaw had a dream from StarClan and they told him about the battle," Brambleclaw meows. His voice is fills with pride of his 'son', and I feel a stab of pity for him and Squirrelflight. It was because of Leafpool's bad choice that made them separate. But then again, Squirrelflight told Ashfur the secret, so it was basically her fault when she ruins her sister's life and her own.

Suddenly, there is a yowl as Hollypaw ran through the bramble tunnel. "WindClan and RiverClan are here, Firestar!"

Firestar looks at Brackenfur. "Take four of Blackstar's warriors with your patrol to the abandoned Two-Leg nest."

Brackenfur nods and four ShadowClan warriors slip out of the camp with his patrol.

"Hollypaw, take Blackstar and his warriors to where WindClan and RiverClan are attacking, the rest of us will stay here and guard the camp." Firestar orders. He glances at me for a second, but then looks at Brambleclaw. "Make sure the kits and elders are in their dens, and that three warriors guard the entrances."

Jaypaw is staring at me, his herbs in a neat pile in front of his paws. After a few seconds, he looks away, and clears his throat. "Umm… I'd better help Leafpool make some poultices for the wounds or something. Be careful out there," He hurries to the medicine den as Sorreltail invites me to help guard the elders' den with Mousewhisker, Whitewing and her. Graystripe, Brightheart and Foxpaw are guarding the nursery, and I feel a tad bit scared. Ok, really scared. What if I have to fight an experienced warrior? Or even worse, Breezepelt attacks me? I shudder at the thought. Then I try to think: Has Breezepelt attacks Jaypaw at the Moonpool yet? I realize Sorreltail is looking at me. "Don't worry, Featherpaw. The warriors are probably not going to try and attack the elders."
I nod, but then a new thought comes into my mind. Why are WindClan attacking if ThunderClan didn't take Sol into the Clan as a prisoner?

It's because of me! I'm a rogue too, who ThunderClan has taken in! I'm the reason why these cats are fighting! But how do they know? Is there a cat in ThunderClan who has told someone outside the Clan?

My thoughts are interrupted as cats burst through the tunnel entrance, their howls and screeches filling my ears. Brambleclaw attacks a grey she-cat, paws outstretched and claws unsheathed. She wails, her cry drowned out by all of the other yowling that bounces around the camp walls.

I feel something painful as claws strike down my face.

I shriek in surprise as a kick under my belly sends me skidding across the floor. I can't see past the blood filling in my eyes. I force myself to close them, despite the sting. I feel another strike down the side, followed by a blow to the belly knocks the breath out of me. I feel my heart beating fast as more scratches stung on my side, my breaths are shallow, and I try to see. Who is this cat and why are they doing this to me? Surely warriors didn't fight as bad as this to an apprentice?

I hear a voice, my attacker is speaking! "You have no right to join the Clans! You are filth to this code, and ThunderClan must stop taking in weak cats that can't fend for thems-"

Something interrupts the cat. I hear a loud grunt, and blink away the blood. Lionpaw and Sorreltail have gains on a dark grey cat, but it was hard to see past them to get a close look. Suddenly, I feel teeth grip my scruff, and I instantly go limp, allowing myself to be dragged across the camp floor. I can't scent anything but the smell of blood, my blood.

Then I see grey fur, and big blue eyes. Jaypaw! He's leaning over me, with a bunch of herbs in his mouth. As he starts to chew it up and put it into my wound, I close my eyes, his tongue lapping at my scratch rhythmically.

I wake up with cobweb covering my forehead and left eye and I sigh as the pain reduces a bit. Jaypaw is murmuring softly to me, his paws stroking some ruffled fur on my head into place. "It's ok, Featherpaw. You're safe now. Rest, the battle is over."
I struggle to lift my head. "What? It's over? What happened?"

Jaypaw hushes me. "Rest your head, Featherpaw. Don't try to get up yet. The sun disappeared; the other Clans went back to their own territories because they were afraid it was a sign from StarClan." He licks me on the head. "Go back to sleep,"

Reluctantly, I close my eyes, his fading scent still wrapped around me as I am engulfed in deep sleep.