🍁🍃Warriors: A Poisonous Path🍁🍃

Chapter 8

A loud screech woke Emberpaw. Badgerpaw's head shot up beside her.  She leaped to her paws and peeked outside. What she was made her mouth fall to the floor. WindClan! The scrawny, bristling warriors poured into camp, almost destroying the thorn barrier. At once, Brindlestar, Dovedawn, Robinsong and Branchpelt raced from their dens and attacked, howling in rage. A few moments later, Emberpaw recognized the shadowy form of Shellflight in their ranks, with Cottonbreeze glowing beside her. She hissed when she saw the dark gray tom, with the light brown tabby, in the throng of WindClan cats, fighting furiously against her clanmates. Emberpaw waited no longer. Bunching her thick muscles with Badgerpaw by her side, she sprang. She landed on top of a snowy white she-cat, who looked up at her as she stumbled, but her enraged face fell when she recognized Emberpaw. The young ThunderClan apprentice took this to her advantage and attacked. Swiping the white she-cat's paws from under her and opening a large wound in her stomach with her longer claws. The she-cat yowled in agony and slumped to the ground. Emberpaw loosened her grip on the defeated warrior when she suddenly sprang upwards, the red blood glistening on her stomach and face twisted in rage. She landed a heavy blow on Emberpaw's head and her head spun. "Go, Swiftflight!" jeered a familiar voice. Anger lent Emberpaw strength and as Swiftflight reared up, she crouched down, then sprang full force into her stomach, which also held the wound. Swiftflight screeched in pain and went limp. This time, Emberpaw was not fooled. Without hesitating, she lunged for Swiftflight's shoulder, biting down hard. Swiftflight had had enough. Emberpaw could still see her flank heaving for breath as she dragged herself through the thorn tunnel. As she gazed around, Emberpaw noticed the tide had turned. The enraged ThunderClan warriors had gotten out of their shock and were  yowling for WindClan blood. The fox noticed a cream she-cat limping away with deep bite marks on her hind legs, and a reddish tom laying almost limp at the edge of the clearing with a deep bite on his flank. Then Emberpaw remembered the voice. She swiveled her ears around and hissed. Shadeclaw! I should've known! But there was no time for dealing with him now. She leaped at a black tom and he rose to meet her. As warrior after warrior fell beneath her glistening, bloody claws, she wondered if this was really a fair fight.