The queen's breath came in ragged gasps as she fought against the encircling darkness of enemy cats. Her fur, once glossy and regal, was now matted with blood and dirt, a stark contrast to her former elegance. Her eyes, once bright with hope, were now filled with a mix of fear and determination. She was wounded, her body ached, but her spirit burned with an unyielding fire.
In the distance, the muffled meows of her kits faded away as they scrambled to safety. It was a bitter comfort knowing they were out of harm's way, but it fueled her determination to survive. She had to survive for them, for the life they deserved, and for the mate who awaited their return.
With a swift, calculated movement, the wounded queen lunged at the nearest enemy cat, her claws slicing through the air. She felt the satisfying impact as her sharp claws met fur and flesh, a grim reminder that she was still a force to be reckoned with. Her battle cry echoed through the forest, a defiant roar that challenged the very darkness that sought to consume her.
The enemy cats, momentarily taken aback by her ferocity, regrouped and launched another assault. The queen fought like a true warrior, her moves precise and deadly. She dodged their attacks with grace, countering each strike with a vengeance that surprised even herself. The taste of blood and the scent of fur filled the air, a testament to the fierce struggle taking place beneath the canopy of trees.
One of the enemy cats yowled and clawed her, scarlet blood spilling out of her wounds. The queen couldn't take it anymore.
"Run!" She yowled at her kits. She released the mantle of her fluffy tail and her three kits obeyed, scrambling over fallen logs, dodging trees and kicking up fallen leaves. The queen gazed at them until they were out of sight, her heart feeling as if it had been broken into a million pieces. Shattered.
Almost immediately, though, the Queen's sadness turned to rage. She snapped back to the cats who had threatened her.
If I can't escape, better go down fighting than to surrender, she thought. They deserve it.
May Starclan protect my kits, she prayed silently and the Queen threw herself into battle, claws unsheathed, ready for revenge.
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Shattered Clans- A Warrior Cats Fanfiction
AvventuraMany, many centuries after the reign of Bramblestar, Cranekit and her siblings are born. When a group of vicious rogues threaten the clans, Cranefrost, Snowfall and Cleardawn must unite the clans to battle the 'Dark Warriors.' Little do they know t...
