I NEED A BIGGIE FAVOR FROM YOU GUYS!!! Could you guys check out one of my other stories, Space Channel Sonic or Know Your Stars: Sonic Edition? I haven't been getting a lot of reviews for those stories, and no reviews = no motivation. If you guys could read those too, and give me your honest opinions on them, that would be great!!! This chappie's from Thunderclan and Shadowclan's point of view. Big fight, and two cats will die! I apologize ahead of time for killing off whoever owns the Thunderclan cat I'm killing, their role won't be done yet though!
"My kits!" Darkflight wailed. "My kits are gone!"
"What?" Robinstar mewed, running over to the distressed queen. The gathering cats had just returned, and the cats at camp where in a frenzy, looking all over the territory for the missing kits.
"I… I wanted to hunt again. I wanted to feed my kits. It's been ages since I've done anything and… when I came back… my kits were gone!" Darkflight sobbed. "It's my fault, it's all my fault…"
"It's not your fault," Suntail comforted his mate. "You aren't the kind of mother who likes to be cooped up for long."
"You were like this with us, remember?" Redpaw added, rubbing his mother reassuringly.
"They're right," Robinstar mewed. "It isn't your fault. It's Thunderclan's."
Cats nearby gasped, then narrowed their eyes, muttering to one another.
"I'm not surprised," Icepaw whispered to Nightpaw. "I hear that they lost a battle against Windclan over fresh-kill. They must need new warriors."
"No worthless Thunderclan scum kidnaps MY brothers and sister and gets away with it!" Nightpaw growled back.
"But how do we know Thunderclan has Dashkit, Snowkit, or Swiftkit?" Poppyspots mewed. "There isn't a trace of Thunderclan scent anywhere!"
"Over here!" Redpaw exclaimed, sniffing the air. "It's the kits!"
"They must've followed us to the gathering!" Poppyspots realized.
"Then the Thunderclan cats found them, and took them prisoner!" Crossheart added with a growl.
"There is no doubt about it! Thunderclan have taken kits from us!" Robinstar yowled. "We must do whatever it takes to bring them home!" The Shadowclan cats yowled their approval.
"Crossheart, Poppyspots, Suntail, Icepaw, Nightpaw, Redpaw, Fireclaw, Weedtail, and Shadefrost, come with me to retrieve the kits!" Robinstar yowled. "Everyone else, stay here in case we need assistance! We're taking this fight into the heart of Thunderclan!"
"Are you gonna punish us?" Dashkit asked worriedly. Swifstar shook her head.
"That isn't our responsibility," she mewed gently. "Our responsibility is getting you back home."
"We'd better move quickly," Moonglow commented. "We don't want Shadowclan to think we stole these kits."
"Too late!" Dawnstorm screeched, running in with Birchfoot. "Shadowclan is approaching the border! They've come to fight!"
"No! This can't be happening!" Swiftstar meowed in shock. "Take these kits into the nursery and out of harm's way!"
"Yes Swiftstar!" Birchfoot exclaimed. Then he, Dawnstorm, and Dapplepelt grabbed the kits and ran them to the nursery.
"Thunderclan! Shadowclan has come to attack! I need all warriors and apprentices now!" All nearby cats dashed out of camp, claws unsheathed as Shadowclan warriors ran over. The attack had begun!
Shrieking, Moonglow leaped onto a small white she-cat and pinned her down. The cat went limp, but Moonglow wasn't falling for that. She clawed and bit every part of the cat she could reach, before letting her run back home. A small ginger warrior barreled into her side.
"Leave my sister alone!" he shrieked, leaping onto the black deputy. They took the battle to the top of a cliff, scratching and hissing. Redpaw jumped onto the deputy again, and they kicked and rolled dangerously close to the edge.
"REDPAW!" Poppyspots shrieked, running to her brother's aid. "NO!"
But she was too late. Poor Poppyspots had to helplessly watch her brother and Moonglow tumble over the edge of the cliff to their deaths.
"MOONGLOW!" Lightningstorm dashed over to the cliff beside the Shadowclan cat. Down below, his mate and the apprentice she'd been fighting lay in the camp motionless. All of the cats stopped fighting as he, Poppyspots, and Nightpaw ran into camp towards the limp bodies. Swiftstar stepped forward, her eyes clouded with grief.
"Do you see what your foolishness cost us?" she mewed to Robinstar. "Two cats have died today, cats that were too young to die." She flicked her tail, and Birchfoot slid into camp. He returned with the Shadowclan kits, eyes wide with shock. It was obvious that they saw Redpaw's body.
"If you had bothered to let us explain that this kits followed us home from the gathering," she mewed. "This could have been avoided." Poppyspots and Nightpaw sadly dragged out their brother's body. Robinstar raised her head for all to hear.
"Shadowclan, it is time for us to go," she yowled, and her clanmates retreated. Icepaw fell in step beside Nightpaw, and brushed his flank comfortingly. Swiftstar and her battle worn warriors walked into camp, where Birchfoot had already gone in, and was nudging Lightingstorm towards the Medicine cat den.
"I think he needs something for shock," he mewed to Ivyleaf. "Losing his mate really hurt him."
"Go and fetch some poppy seeds," Ivyleaf told her apprentice. Waterpaw dashed in while Ivyleaf guided the heartbroken warrior to her den.
"We will need to prepare a vigil for Moonglow," Birchfoot mewed as Swiftstar approached him. "And you'll need to choose a new deputy. I know it's a bit soon for that, but with the clans drawing further apart you'll need one."
"I know," Swiftstar mewed. "I'd like you to be my deputy, Birchfoot."
When the silver-brown tom opened his mouth to protest, Swiftstar gently mewed, "I know you'll make as fine a deputy as Moonglow." Then she padded away to her den.
'Maybe,' Birchfoot thought.
"Redpaw's loss was especially terrible, as he was ready to become a warrior," Robinstar meowed. "So he shall not go to Starclan without the warrior name he rightfully deserves. From this moment on, he shall be known as Redpelt. Starclan, we pray that you'll accept him as a full warrior in your turn."
"Redpelt! Redpelt!" the warriors called out sorrowfully. Darkflight's eyes brimmed with tears and Nightpaw didn't speak at all.
"I also wish to recognize the apprentices who fought their hardest today. It's time they were made warriors. Icepaw and Nightpaw, come up on the High Branch."
Icepaw gave Nightpaw an encouraging nudge, and together they hopped up onto the branch.
"I ask for no promise from these apprentices, for it is evident that they would surrender their lives for their clan. Nightpaw…"
"I want my name to be Nightpelt, like my brother!" Nightpaw mewed determinedly. Robinstar nodded.
"As you wish," she mewed. "Nightpaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Nightpelt. Starclan honors your courage and determination, and we welcome you as a full warrior." She rested her head on Nightpelt's shoulder, who in turn licked hers respectfully before letting Icepaw come forward.
"Icepaw, from this moment on, you shall be know as Icegaze. Starclan honors your loyalty and enthusiasm, and we welcome you as a full warrior."
"Nightpelt! Icegaze! Nightpelt! Icegaze!"
Poppyspots ran over to congratulate her brother. "Nice job!" she mewed. "It's about time you were made a warrior!"
"Redpelt should've been here with us, becoming a warrior," Nightpelt mewed bitterly. Poppyspots licked her brother comfortingly.
"Redpelt is here with us, right now, watching us," she purred. "He'd be proud of you."
"He'd be proud of us both," Nightpelt replied, as the two walked over to their brother's body, savoring one last night with him.
Swiftstar pushed her way through ferns slowly, eyes intent on her prey. The unsuspecting mouse sat and nibbled away at the acorn, unaware of the impending danger. Swiftstar, smirked, and crouched lower, ready to strike. Before she could pounce, a flame-colored pelt flew past her and pinned the mouse down. Swiftstar spat in frustration, and was about to claw the ears off the intruder when he gazed at her. Her eyes widened with surprise as she took in the starry pelt and green eyes as big as moons. A Starclan cat! She must be dreaming!
The tom pushed his kill towards Swiftstar, eyes glimmering with warmth.
"Here," he said. "This is rightfully yours."
"Who… are you?" Swiftstar asked, ignoring the fresh-kill. The newcomer's expression turned grave.
"I am Firestar, a former leader of Thunderclan," he mewed solemnly. "I come with a message from Starclan."
"I am ready to accept your message," the she-cat meowed. "What is it?"
"Four must become one, or none shall survive," Firestar replied, his voice echoing. "You must bring back what once was before it is lost forever."
"What… wait! Come back!" Swiftstar exclaimed "I don't understand!"
But it was too late. Firestar faded away, his message echoing in her ears.
Four must become one, or none shall survive.
Please don't flame me for killing Moonglow and Redpaw (oops, RedPELT) and making Birchfoot the deputy. That's just the way I planned it. I like this chapter especially, though, because it's nice and lengthy. Don't forget to
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