A loud scream howled across our border. An army of Shadowclan cats raced into our territory. The terrorist charged to our camps. Taking out anything in their path.

We assembled all the cats we could. "I hope this is enough." I though. Only three fourths of our clan is able to battle. "Being deputy is a hard job." I thought. We tried to secure the entrance, we tried to prepare to intersect, but failed.

The Shadowclan cats broke in. Howls and shrieking echoed through out the clan. The smell of blood, the pain of war and worst of, a high chance of loved ones or leaders dying.

I heard my name being called, pleading for my help. I turned to see my mate, Foxpelt cornered by two massive Shadowclan cats. "Foxpelt, hold on. I'm coming." I yelled. "Mooneyes, help me." He begged.

I was about to go help him, but someone else called my name. "Mooneyes, help." I turned to see our leader. I just remembered he is on his last life. "Who should I save. Smokestar, or Foxpelt." I thought.

Their screams of help made me flinch. "I'll have the weight of letting our leader die, or lose all my happiness and let my mate die." I mumbled. Then I thought, "I'm deputy. If Smokestar dies, I'm the leader."

I look at them. "I'm sorry Smokestar, I'm going to save Foxpelt. This was a hard choice. I promise to run the clan well. I'm sorry." I said. "No, please, Mooneyes, please."

Foxpelt had a glimmer of hope in his eyes. I ran over to where he was and tackle the cats. Foxpelt helped to take down the other one. We fought together. He looked happy for once.

We finished them off. "Thanks." He said. Our victory was interrupted by a loud scream. "Smokestar!" Foxpelt screamed. "I had the choice to save you or him. I choose you." I confessed. Foxpelt looked at me with a stare. "We need to finish this battle now though, we can talk about this later." I said. "Okay." He replied.

Shadowclan was retreating. They fled for their lives. "Finally." I sighed. I turned to see Foxpelt. "Thank you. I know you loved me and I'm happy you do, but you choose me over Smokestar, why?" Foxpelt asked. "I love you." I replied. "That's all, it's not to be leader or anything?" Foxpelt asked. "Of course not." I slightly lied. "Okay." He finally relaxed. "We need to straighten the clan out." I said.

"Cats who are strong enough to catch their own prey, meet under high rock for a clan meeting. Smokestar died in today's battle. His life taken by a Shadowclan cat. I'm grieving for our lost of one of the most brilliant leaders. Tomorrow, I will go to Moonpool to get my nine lives but for today, we will grieve and repair the clan. Thank you for all the help." I finished.

Tears flooded my eyes. Regret filled my soul. "I don't deserve to be leader." I muttered.