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LenzieKat raised her hands in defeat. "Okay, okay! Here!"

Chappie 4, everybody!

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Firestar's POV

When I lifted my head and saw the beautiful tortoiseshell, I knew I was dreaming. I got to my paws. "Spottedleaf!" I wailed.

Spottedleaf turned her gaze on me, and I saw that her eyes were full of anguish. She opened her mouth, but no sound came from it. Instead, she looked at a figure near me, and I recognized it to be Sandstorm.

Sandstorm jumped up and her eyes were like Spottedleaf's except they had a haunted look there too. "Firestar!" she gasped, and I saw—for the first time—unhealed wounds along her entire body.

"What happened?!" I yowled.

"Firestar, help! It's T—" Before she could finish, another cat appeared and dragged her away. Together, they disappeared into the stars, and I could hear wailing echoing around the sky.

Spottedleaf faded away too, and I woke up in my nest.

"Sandstorm!" I yelled to the darkness. I remembered the Gathering two sunrises ago, when Tallstar had reported Onewhisker missing, and Tigerstar had told of Oakfur and Blackclaw's absence too. It seemed that something—rogues, perhaps?—was picking the Clans off one by one.

Suddenly, I smelled a strong fear scent, and Whitestorm ran into my den, his eyes wide with fear. "Firestar—it's—Cinderpelt—Cloudtail—gone!"

My pelt bristled. "Slow down, Whitestorm," I meowed to my deputy. "What happened?"

The white warrior took a deep breath. "Sorry. But I was on patrol with Cloudtail and Longtail, and Cinderpelt came with us, and then a bunch of rogues attacked us, and they took them! It was all I could do to make it back here alive."

I dug my claws into the ground. So it was rogues. "Come on, then," I mewed to Whitestorm. "Let's check out the scent. We'll bring Dustpelt and Mousefur as well."

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"Here's where we were attacked," Whitestorm explained. I looked at the scene he showed me, and I saw torn-up grass and dirt, and some dark red stains in the earth. I also saw some trampled herbs, as if Cinderpelt had dropped them when she was dragged away. There were pawprints everywhere, and scrapes in the dirt that suggested the cats had put up quite a struggle. "Come on," I sighed. "We better tell the others."

My Clanmates seemed shaken when we arrived back at camp and told them what had happened. When I addressed them from the HighRock, Frostfur threw back her head and wailed. "Why has StarClan decreed this?" she queried.

"I don't know."

"You should!" yowled Smallear. "You're the Clan leader!"

Frustration made me snappy. "I can't do everything!"

"That's obvious," Smallear muttered. He stalked back to the elders' den.

Dappletail, another elder, gave me a sympathetic look. "Don't mind Smallear," she rasped. "He'd find fault with StarClan themselves."

I sighed and padded off toward my den, hoping for Spottedleaf to give me some answers.

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Sandstorm's POV

"…Bring Sandstorm as well," Tigerstar yowled from the Bonehill. I was roughly pushed out of my cage and Blackfoot grabbed my by the scruff and hauled me to Tigerstar's den. I wished I could fight against him, but I hadn't eaten in almost three days, and my body was getting weak. As I was being dragged, I realized that my cage was in ShadowClan territory, not RiverClan's.

Tigerstar was waiting for us, his amber eyes gleaming in the darkness. As Blackfoot dropped me at his huge paws, I met those amber eyes defiantly. "What do you want?" I hissed.

All he did was shove me further into the den, closing the entrance with a curtain of thorns. It got very dark, and my heart started racing. I noticed that there were two nests behind me, side by side. I trembled.

Tigerstar turned around, and I cowered at the menacing look on his face.

"It's time," he growled, "for you to submit."

"H—how?"

"Well, first I must teach you to respect your master, for that is what I am. Call me Master."

I hissed. "Never."

Tigerstar's eyes narrowed. "Very well, then." He rammed his body against mine, and I heard my front paw snap as his weight rested on it. I cried out, and my body erupted into spasms. "Please stop!" I yowled.

"Call me Master, then."

"No!"

Tigerstar growled, then landed a blow on my head that sent me sprawling across the den—and caused my head to start bleeding. Before I could get up, he bit down—hard—on my sprained paw. I thought that would kill me for sure, because the pain that followed was surreal. I felt as is my body was being torn into tiny little pieces, and that each piece was being burned. "Stop!" I gasped.

"Do it, then," Tigerstar hissed in my ear.

"Master!" I yowled. "Master, please stop it!"

A purr came from the dark tabby. "Good. Now beg."

"Beg?"

Claws ripped down my back, causing me to scream. Tigerstar lifted my chin up with one blood-covered paw—a paw that was stained with my blood. "Beg for pain," Tigerstar snarled. "You love pain. You want your blood to stain the ground. You want torture!"

As he told me that, he raked claws over my face and drove a thorn into my sprained paw. "MASTER!" I screeched, and Tigerstar nodded evilly. "Yes, that's right," he whispered.

He drove another thorn into my paw. "MASTER!" I screeched again. "KILL ME! TORTURE ME! PLEASE!"

"Excellent," Tigerstar sneered. He dug a single claw into my neck, not deep enough to kill, but deep enough to make my body spasm again and make my blood flow like a waterfall. "Now that you have learned that," he flipped me over like Blackfoot had done before he hurt me, "I will have you."

And he entered me, thrusting with all his might, and I screamed out. "NO! STOP IT! PLEASE!"

"I am your master," Tigerstar whispered in my ear, "so I may do whatever I please." He kept on…and I was violated again. Firestar was supposed to be my mate, not Tigerstar!

When he was at last done, Tigerstar looked at me. "I may keep you after all this. You amuse me." Then he called out, "Runningnose!"

Runningnose, the ShadowClan medicine cat, crept into the den and tended to my wounds like Mudfur had. When he was finished, he was sent away.

I glanced at the entrance to the den, and Tigerstar saw me. "Oh, no," he mewed silkily. "You are sleeping in here tonight." He gestured to one of the nests with his tail.

Too exhausted to argue, I curled up in the smaller nest and wrapped my tail over my paws. Sleep came easily.

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Thanks for reading! I know that was a short chapter, but I had a lot of homework. Anyway, review, review, review!

Next chapter will be from Cinderpelt's POV for at least part of it.

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~LenzieKat~

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