Warriors: The Prophecy of Frost - Danger Lurking

Chapter 11- It Begins...

"Fetch reinforcements," Froststar ordered  Appleshade. "Our clan is at stake and we need the rest of the clans to fight by our side or we will be heavily outnumbered."

Appleshade nodded and she quickly sped off towards RiverClan. Silvercloud followed her with Grassheart, while the other warriors began to get ready.

Froststar walked past the thorn barrier and saw Longdrop. The former ThunderClan warrior was snarling at Spikethorn.

"Longdrop!" she spat, unsheathing her claws.

"Frostkit," he taunted.

"This has to stop," she growled. "Your treachery must be stopped."

"Never!" Longdrop snarled. "Your clan will be destroyed, and soon, I will rise as the ruler of the whole forest!"

Froststar glared at him. There was no use reasoning with him anymore. "ThunderClan," she yowled. "Attack!"

As claws met teeth, screeches of anger followed them. Froststar was immediately pinned down by Longdrop who quickly bit down on one of her paws.

She yowled in pain and swiped at him with the uninjured paw. More rogues came and surrounded her, baring their teeth.

"I will kill her," Longdrop growled, taking a step forward.

He swiped, aiming for her throat with lightning fast speed. The blow hit Froststar and she fell down with a grunt.

Blood flowed out and formed a small pool near her. Froststar got up, still staggering from her open wound.

"You are weakened now!" Longdrop laughed. "With one blow, I can weaken you, and you can't do anything about that!"

But isn't my power is of strength?  Froststar wondered. Wait, it could be something else maybe?

Before she could react, he knocked her towards a tree with a rough bark that grazed her pelt.

She collapsed, and tried to yowl for help. Her paws could hardly hold herself up and she couldn't even swipe a simple move.

"I will rip out your nine lives, Froststar," he growled in triumph. "Your clan will fall after that!"

"No," a different voice growled. To her surprise, it was Duskstar, with a battle patrol behind them. She had not expected ShadowClan to help.

"Well, an old leader can't defeat me!" Longdrop sneered. "Why don't you retire and die already?"

Duskstar pounced onto the rogue, clawing viciously on his head. Longdrop rised his paw and knocked the ShadowClan leader down.

"You are on your last life!" Owlheart, the deputy, yowled. "Stop!"

Longdrop grinned. "Perfect!" he laughed, raking his claws at the weakening leader. Duskstar stumbled, and fell onto the ground motionless.

"No!" Owlheart screeched. "I am not ready to be leader!"

"You will be," Duskstar managed to gasp out before closing his eyes. Froststar felt a pang of grief. ShadowClan could have chosen not to help ThunderClan, and now, their leader is dead.

"Why did you come to help us?" Froststar asked, guilt clawing at her belly.

"It was the warrior code," Owlheart replied, her voice rough from grief. Froststar still didn't understand.

"How do you know we need help?" she asked.

"Some ThunderClan kits decided to come to our territory," Littletail sighed. "Somehow, they managed to get past the Thunderpath without getting hit."