Every last cat was in shock to hear what Gloweyes had said. Darkheart raced toward to nursery only to be stopped by Nightstream. Thickcoat also came to stop Darkheart from getting near the kits, since they were his.
"Move it Nightstream!" Darkheart growled.
"And let you hurt those kits?" Nightstream growled back.
"If a brown cat is the destruction of the Clan then why let it live?!" Darkheart hissed before she knocked the black she-cat down.
Thickcoat pounced on the Siamese and held her down by the throat. By then the entire Clan was watching the two fighting cats. Most of them agreed with Thickcoat, but a few also saw Darkheart's side to this.
"If a brown cat is the destruction of the Clan maybe it's you who is the brown cat!" Honeyflower said as she staggered toward the two cats.
She looked beyond tired, but also determined to protect her new-born kits from the Clan. Honeyflower couldn't help if one of her kits was a brown tabby, no one could have known it, so why let the small kit be killed just because its pelt isn't the right color? Once she had stepped forward to stop the fighting Silkstar broke up the fight between the tom and she-cat.
"That kit right now doesn't know that its fur is brown, it won't know why its being put to death, it'll just know the feeling of losing its only life. For now leave the kit alone, for all we know a brown cat could be a cat from one of the Clans around us" Silkstar said to her Clan.
Darkheart hissed and then walked back to her den. Honeyflower staggered back to her new-born kits and fell asleep quickly beside the three. Everyone else went back to their dens, leaving just Silkstar, Gloweyes, and Snowykit to sit alone.
"So much for being an apprentice" Snowykit mewed.
"Don't worry, once the half-moon comes you'll be one" Gloweyes meowed to the fluffy white kit.
"But I wanna be a warrior!" he cried.
"StarClan has already decided your fate. Don't worry, being a medicine cat isn't that hard" the old tom replied as he curved his tail around his soon to be apprentice.
The kit then seemed happier, and went back to the nursery to find his mother. Silkstar followed him, since she wanted to see the new kits of the Clan. Once she had managed to slip inside a small kit crawled onto her paw and mewed at her. She picked up the kit and set it down beside Honeyflower and the rest of them.
"She hasn't learned yet how to control the fur balls yet" Wildflower said.
"She'll learn, and if not someone will teach the kits" Silkstar replied as she stared at the three new-born kits.
Their fur was near dry, so she could now easily see their different colors. One was a beautiful light gray tabby she-cat, another was a very dark solid gray tom, and the last was a medium brown tabby tom. Silkstar had no clue as to how a brown tabby was in the litter, since not a single cat in the Clan was a brown tom.
Elsewhere
"Russetfur, organize an attack party now, I want that LostClan out of here by sun down!" Blackstar growled at his deputy.
Russetfur nodded, and quickly picked out cats for the attack party. She too wanted that unknown Clan gone before it was too late and they lost their territory. Before long she had a large number of cats willing to fight the Clan. Not a single ShadowClan cat wanted to lose even an inch of their territory to those other cats.
The large party of cats slowly crept up on the LostClan camp, ready to attack at any minute. Midnightfur glanced over toward the area where the group of cats were, and ran to find his leader. Before the tom could even call out her name he was pinned down by Russetfur and another ShadowClan cat. The rest went to each den and began pulling cats out of them one by one. Silkstar heard her Clan's cries for help and darted out to find out what was going on.
Every last one of her Clan was pinned down by a large group of ShadowClan cats. Silkstar hurled herself onto Russetfur and ripped her away from the black tom. Russetfur hissed at the gray tabby and raked her claws into her side. Silkstar growled from the pain, and swatted Russetfur across the muzzle. Before either could attack again Russetfur fled from the gray leader. Tawnypelt, a new ShadowClan warrior, was pinned down by Midnightpaw and Foxpaw. Russetfur pounced on the black apprentice, and sunk her teeth into his throat. Silkstar leaped onto the back of Russetfur and clawed her sides until she felt blood under her paws. Brightfur heard the screech of their fight and hurled herself onto the ShadowClan deputy. Because of being out numbered, Russetfur let go of the apprentice and clawed both she-cats across the muzzle and yowled for her attack party to retreat.
The ShadowClan cats quickly fled from the LostClan cats, full of bloody cuts. Once they were gone Silkstar ran over to see if her deputy was alive, and luckily the black tom was still breathing. Before Silkstar even had to chance to call the medicine cat over she heard Nightstream crying.
"Why...? He wasn't even a warrior yet!" she cried.
While Midnightfur had lived, Midnightpaw didn't. His neck was nearly snapped in half because of the power behind the ShadowClan deputy. The rest of the Clan gathered around the apprentice's body, all now having gashes on their flanks and faces. Silkstar lowered her head, and slowly walked to Midnightpaw's body. She had been fighting to save him, and sadly she didn't save him at all. And today he would have gotten his warrior name, she thought as she stared at the sleek black motionless body.
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"Graystripe, take a patrol over to Fourtrees, see how the other Clan is doing" Firestar told his deputy.
The gray tom nodded, and then got a couple of cats to join him, being Ashfur and Brackenfur. Not long after that the three were near Fourtrees, and could already tell that a battle had taken place there. Silverfur and Thickcoat passed the patrol with Midnightpaw's body in their jaws and a sad look in their eyes.
"What happened?" Brackenfur asked.
"ShadowClan is what happened" Midnightfur replied, which startled the three, since they had no clue that he was there.
"If you're just another attack party I'll chase you out of here myself!" Foxpaw roared once he saw the ThunderClan cats near their camp.
Midnightpaw had been his friend, since they were the only apprentices in the Clan at the time. Though the orange cat was half the size of the ThunderClan cats, he still would have tried to chase them out, even if he lost his tail in the process. Silkstar noticed the three cats, and walked up to them, ready to attack if need be.
"What do you want?" she asked. If it had been any other deputy from any Clan she would have chased them out.
"Firestar sent us here to make sure your Clan was ok, but from the looks of it your Clan isn't" Graystripe replied as he flicked his tail toward Gloweyes treating the many injured.
"ShadowClan sent half the Clan to attack us, and we lost our eldest apprentice. At least we didn't lose of the kits" she stopped for a second, and then turned to Brightfur, "Did we?"
The tortoiseshell she-cat ran over to the nursery for a minute, and then came back out. "They're all ok, not even a little scratch!" she mewed happily.
"Good, put a guard there as well so that Darkheart doesn't try to hurt them, and patrol every inch of this clearing, if you find even a kit chase it away" Silkstar ordered before Brightfur left.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Ashfur asked.
"Not right now, unless you can bring back Midnightpaw" Midnightfur meowed, which again startled the three.
After that the three left the Clan alone, since there wasn't a thing they could do to help them.
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Night fell slowly that day for some reason, as if the sun were trying to make it even worse on the Clan. LostClan warriors loved the night, and could hunt much better at that time, rather than in the daylight. Icestorm and Largeclaw were out on a hunting patrolling when they ran into a large brown tabby with beautiful blue eyes.
"What are you doing here?!" Largeclaw growled.
"I could ask you the same thing, since it is you who is on my territory" the tabby replied, his voice cold as ice.
The two toms growled at each for some time, and not once did the brown tabby back down, which surprised Icestorm, since Largeclaw was at least double the size of the other cat. Another tom appeared, a black one this time.
"Hawkpaw at this rate you won't be a warrior any time soon- what do we have here?" the tom said as he walked up to the three.
He sniffed the LostClan cats, and then hissed. He recognized their scent from the gathering, and was ready to attack to them at any second. Before he had the chance to blink a blue-gray she-cat appeared, with a whole patrol of cats behind her.
"Well, this makes our search and attack job a lot easier, we found them" she meowed, her blue eyes blazing.
Back at the camp, which wasn't too far away from where the many other cats had appeared, a few of the cats had picked up the new scent. Thickcoat was already rounding up warriors to help their Clan mates if needed, despite the fact that neither Silkstar nor Midnightfur ordered it, or even knew there would be an attack. Before Thickcoat had the chance to even take off with his patrol, the other Clan cats barged into the clearing, ready to attack anything in sight.
"This is RiverClan territory, and we're not letting you have an inch!" the blue-gray she-cat growled.
Silkstar woke up to hear that ring threw the clearing, and ran out of her den to see what was going on. A group of RiverClan cats was surrounding the clearing, and their numbers doubled that of LostClan. She glanced around at each and every last cat, but her gaze rested on the leader of the group, the blue-gray she-cat.
"Bluestar? No... She died a few moons ago... then... Mistyfoot?" Silkstar muttered to herself.
Even though her Clan had always lived into the farm lands, they knew the leaders of the other Clans, but the one she was always told about was the she-cat by the name of Bluestar. Before Silkstar could even snap out of her thought the Clans were fighting, and already LostClan was losing horribly. They were so outnumbered to the point that Foxpaw had to take on two full grown warriors himself. Honeyflower dragged herself out of her den, and pounced on one of the cats that Foxpaw was fighting.
Quickly Silkstar pulled some of the cats away from her younger warriors, and then pulled the one that Honeyflower was fighting away from her since if she was lost, her three kits would be as well. The RiverClan cat, a tortoiseshell she-cat, turned and raked her claws into Silkstar's flank. Silkstar growled, and from the angle the two were in knew she could take out the she-cat in one bite. She lunged for the she-cat's neck, but only got a mouthful of black fur as a large tom knocked her to her back. The tortoiseshell went back to fighting Honeyflower, who was beyond weak.
Silkstar managed to kick the tom away, and jumped onto his back and clawed his sides until blood began to ooze out from where her claws were. The black tom fell to the ground and rolled over, crushing the silky tabby. She released her claws, and tried to get out from under the heavy black cat. Heathertail ran over to her leader, and managed to pull her out from under the tom, and then attack the large black cat. Silkstar helped Heathertail take down the tom, and then tried chase out as many of the RiverClan cats as possible.
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By sunrise the clearing only had LostClan cats and plenty of fur and blood. Sadly, Orangeears and Honeyflower had been killed by the RiverClan cats, and the other warriors weren't much better, since just hours before they had been in battle with ShadowClan.
"How are those kits going to survive now?" Nightstream mewed sadly.
"Well... Snowykit doesn't need milk anymore, maybe I have just a bit left over that could feed those kits" Wildflower replied, hoping her statement was true.
Snowykit curled up next to the motherless kits, hoping he could keep the three warm. They were much smaller than him, and the whole time he had been laying with them they had been crying for their mother. Willowkit, the silvery tabby, wiggled a bit closer to his thick white fur, and started purring as if she thought she had found her mother. Wolfkit, the dark gray tom, did the same, but Tallkit, the brown tabby, never got closer to him, he only kept mewing.
"Snowykit, come here" Wildflower meowed.
Snowykit pulled himself away from the two purring kits, and walked up to his scarred up mother. He glanced back at the two kits, who were now crying for not just their mother, but him too.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I'm going to see if Silkstar will make you an apprentice, not a medicine cat" Wildflower growled as she glanced over at Gloweyes.
She didn't want her only kit to be a medicine cat; she had always wanted him to be a warrior as she was. Snowykit nodded, and didn't dare protest that he wanted to be one. He didn't want to have to fight countless warriors, and maybe even take away a mother from her kits, he was happy to help cats to survive. As Wildflower led Snowykit to their leader, Darkheart, and now Largeclaw too, were walking toward the nursery.
"I knew that kit was no good... he brought this onto us!" Darkheart hissed as she neared the entrance, her claws unsheathed.