Brokenstar flicked his tail for silence as we slowly crept forward. Two shadows stood over a hill, pacing. Those must be the two guards keeping watch. Well, they won't be in a few minutes.

Father fixed Grasspaw and I with his bright amber gaze, gesturing towards the guards. I nodded, beckoning the other apprentice forward. "See the tom? I want you to sneak up on him and tackle him. I'll keep him quiet, and then you kill him. I'll get the other one."

Grasspaw swallowed. "Then what?"

"Just do it." I spat quietly, so as not to alert the guards. He nodded vigorously.

He slid from my side silently, and one of the toms sniffed around cautiously, searching for a lurking enemy, his eyes narrowed.

Grasspaw pounced on him, catching him off guard with the element of surprise. Before the idiot could screech in defiance, I raced over and slammed my paws over his mouth, as Grasspaw delivered the killing bite. We stalked off to the side, pouncing on the other tom, doing the same time, except I killed him.

My eyes widened as he let out a warning screech. Grasspaw didn't silence him well enough! I glared daggers at him, and he shrunk in his pelt. At the sound of the WindClan cat's voice, ShadowClan bore into the camp.

Brokenstar headed straight to the leader's den. To my left, I saw Whitepaw grappling with a more experienced warrior, but Whitepaw appeared to be winning. Grasspaw and Petalpaw were fighting side by side against a skinny queen named Ashfoot. Littlepaw, however, was being overpowered by a bulky tom who I didn't know.

I leaped toward the brown tabby's side. Sure, he was quite weak and wasn't needed in ShadowClan, but I felt that I should help him, to make this charade of disposing him more believable.

With satisfaction, I landed square onto the cat's shoulders, rolling him away from Littlepaw, so he was in clear view of an enemy warrior. I landed multiple blows to the WindClanner's muzzle and head, dazing him. I let him up after sinking my claws in his pelt one more time, watching his cowardly form retreat.

I sprung over the crowd of cats, letting my claws flail so they dragged over the WindClan cats' heads. One of them shrieked in rage, and I recognized the scent of the nursery. It must be the queen I saw earlier, Ashfoot. Petalpaw and Grasspaw were right beside me, fury embedded in their small, narrowed eyes.

Ashfoot turned on me and lashed out, but I expertly dodged her. It confused the gray queen and she spat pathetic threats.

"Are you too frightened to fight me?" she snarled.

I landed just behind her, the queen's flank completely visible. I slashed my claws down her side, and she turned to retaliate with a fierce bite.

"No, are you?" I retorted to her question. I ducked, and her teeth clamped on Petalpaw's throat instead, with a sickening crack. The apprentice died instantly, and Ashfoot stared in horror, the blood pooling on the moorland grass.

In the midst of Grasspaw and the queen's disbelief, I sprang at Ashfoot and bit deep into her ear.

Ashfoot didn't react, her horrified eyes fixed on Petalpaw's limp body.

"Petalpaw!" Grasspaw wailed. He raced to his deceased sister's side, nudging her. "Wake up! Wake up!" For once, sorrow and sympathy found its way into my heart, and I gazed at the apprentice's body in sadness, her head tilted at an odd angle. Lionpaw, a voice in my head whispered. I shook it off.

Grasspaw seemed to forget there was a battle raging on, lost in grief for his sister. Ashfoot backed away into the crowd and disappeared. I hardened my eyes and I growled to the petrified apprentice. "Grasspaw, look out, you fool. "Onewhisker's charging at us."

I scented the tom trying to creep up behind me, so I spun around and lashed out over his muzzle. I leaped backwards to dodge his outstretched claws, but they hooked onto my ear slightly, leaving a single line of blood to drip down on my head.

Onewhisker pounced on me, holding me down as I mocked a desperate scrabble, going limp. He slightly loosened his grip, believing he had won. I kicked his stomach forcefully, throwing him off of me before he could retract his claws, and they caught onto Grasspaw's neck. The apprentice gurgled once, and his eyes glazed over, rendering him dead. I met Blackfoot's gleaming eyes, brewing with satisfaction and approval.

He looked in horror at Grasspaw, and prepared to charge at me. Suddenly, the yowl of the deputy, Deadfoot rang out around the camp, signaling retreat. Onewhisker looked confused, and I could almost hear him speak. "How are we supposed to retreat from our own camp?"

I sat as he raced out of the camp, bewilderment seething from the other WindClan cats.

We had won. The battle raged in another Clan's camp, yet we had defeated them. All we lost was two puny, useless apprentices. ShadowClan is well.

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