The 100 Tales Challenge

by Amberleaf le Haunt

I'm battling against other authors to see who can write 100 Tales first! Wish me luck! ;3 Rated T, just to be safe. OMG I SHALL WIN! Hehe. XD EDIT: I HAVE NOW OFFICIALLY WON THE 100 TALES CHALLENGE! YES! WHOOT! GO, ME! :3 ;

59. Battle

100 Tales 59

Battle

"You want to hear about battle, Blossomkit? Mosskit? Yes?" said the old, old cat named Rock, to the two kits sitting in front of him. Both kits nodded vigorously. "Well…. okay, all right. This is a short story, but a one with great, great meaning. Are you ready?"

"Yeah!" Blossomkit was practically leaping up and down with excitement.

"Yeah!" squealed Mosskit.

"Okay," said Rock. "Then, I shall begin."

It was a sunny afternoon in green-leaf. Everything was peaceful—well, it seemed peaceful. Truly? One cat's mind was in turmoil. Oh, yes. The ThunderClan camp was infiltrated by one angry mind…. Not looking for peace, no. Oh, no; he was looking for trouble.

Goldenstripe hissed as he tried to think of a way to do battle with a Clan, without making it so blatantly obvious that he had planned the entire thing.

Hmm…. He tried to think. He trashed many ideas, such as going into the RiverClan camp and joining RiverClan, and then attacking WindClan or ShadowClan—not ThunderClan, he really didn't want to hurt them all that much—as soon as he got the chance; there was also the classic provoking a fight with RiverClan, but….

"I got it!" he exclaimed suddenly. Cat heads turned from all around the camp to look at him. Amberheart's head appeared out of the nursery—his mate.

"What is it, hun?" she asked, in that oh-so-sweet voice that reminded him of delicious honey dripping from beehives.

"Oh…. Nothing." Goldenstripe felt his ears grow hot, embarrassed.

"Oh, all right. Just…. call me if you need anything!" Amberheart purred, and disappeared back into the nursery. Cats nodded, and turned back to what they had previously been doing. The camp was peaceful, once more.

Rock stopped. The kits prodded him. "And…. what happened after that?!" Mosskit asked, excitedly.

Rock shook his head, amused with these two little clueless kits. "Can't you guess? He went into RiverClan territory and caught and killed prey. He ended up leading his Clanmates into ruthless battles, and the RiverClan cats got into the camp that same afternoon." He frowned. "They killed all the queens and took all the kits. Amberheart died."

"Aww…. poor Amberheart!" Blossomkit protested. Mosskit was silent.

Rock shook his head. "You see, kits, battle is never the answer. Never."

His words hung in the air and floated through the forest, through peaceful sunlit clearings and grassy moors. All of the cats in StarClan had heard Rock's story, and they would never forget the outcome.