Shattered Clans- A Warrior Cats Fanfiction

Chapter 25

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Night had fallen.

The plan was put into action.

Cranefrost was part of group two- the group that would attack the front of the rogue's camp.

Her fur bristled and she could feel herself tremble.

This was it.

This. Was. It.

The trees were bare and a chilly breeze swept through the forest.

Cranefrost was leading 40 cats from all clans and Bubbles' group to the camp, and she felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. If she led them into tragedy, she'd never forgive herself.

There was silence.

Cats stalked through the shadows, closer and closer until they came to the entrance of the camp.

No cat moved.

No cat spoke.

No cat dared to breathe.

The camp was dark and deserted. Where were the rogues? Did they know they were coming?

Cranefrost stepped in the border, expecting vicious cats to swarm around her.

But nothing happened.

The camp was truly empty.

Or at least, that's what Cranefrost thought, until shadowy silhouettes of cats came into her view. A chill swept through Cranefrost's body. They were good at camouflage.

"Attack!" Yelled a cat, and battle cries shattered the pristine silence, echoing through the forest,

Cranefrost ran forward, the warriors behind her hot on her tail.

"STOP!" Shrieked a familiar voice before Cranefrost could attack.

Every cat froze, and the Moon emerged from behind a cloud.

That's when Cranefrost got a good look at her opponents and realised something. They weren't her enemies! They were group four of the plan!

Cranefrost's brain whirled as she realised her situation. Her ears pricked suddenly as she heard a battle cry and shrieks of agony coming from the other side of the forest.

And then a terrible feeling dawned on her. The Dark Warriors had planned the whole thing out. And right now, they were attacking the unguarded camp and elders, kits and queens.

The cats around Cranefrost had obviously realised the same thing, as they turned around and started sprinting back to camp, shouting to groups one and three to follow.

Everything was a blur. Cranefrost could feel her heart thump, and hear blood roar in her ears. She could feel the wind tickle her fur. That was it. She had to get back to camp. All Cranefrost could think about were the helpless kits and elders and queens!

When they finally arrived, Cranefrost saw the destruction.

Queens had their fur bristled, and pure rage and hate brimmed their narrow eyes.

They're not just fighting for themselves, Cranefrost realised. They're fighting for their kits and their clan.

Cranefrost and the rest of the warriors exploded in the battle, and for one short moment, things looked hopeful.

"Where are the kits?!" Cranefrost yowled to Redstar as they fought.

"Safe with Brackenshade at the back of the camp! Go fight! We need your skill!" Redstar cried as he threw a rogue off his back. Cranefrost nodded to her leader.

Cranefrost threw herself into it, hissing and clawing and scratching. Her paws knew where to go, like she had practised her every move over and over.

Cats around her fell to the ground, gasping and panting for breath that would be their last. Their fur became engulfed in ice and frost, and a feeling of hope and triumph washed over Cranefrost.

They might actually win the battle! Cranefrost's ears pricked, and her eyes scanned the battle. She saw Acornpaw, her own tiny apprentice, gasping for breath as a huge cat with paws bigger than her head pinned her down.

"NO!" Cranefrost shrieked. She sprinted down toward the cat and didn't stop as she neared him. Then, with full force, she collided into him, sending them both stumbling. She sat up, hissing and spitting furiously. The tom stood up too, dazed and then angry. They both rushed at each other. Cranefrost was a lot smaller than the rogue, but unlike him, she was quick. She dodged between his huge legs, raking his unguarded stomach. The rogue yowled in pain, and ran at her with full speed.

Cranefrost aimed at his muzzle, and then his ears. She watched as his body when stiff and frost covered him. He fell to the ground.

Cranefrost turned to Acornpaw.

"Go to Aldercoat!" Cranefrost told her. Acornpaw staggered away to the medicine at den.

Cranefrost scanned the battle for any other cats that needed assistance.

Her eye caught a black, glossy she cat with piercing blue eyes sneaking toward where the kits were hidden.

Snipe, Cranefrost thought.

Cranefrost ran after her, but she was at the other side of the island. She could only hope Brackenshade could hold off Snipe long enough for her to get there.

Cranefrost was puffing. She was at her full speed, and only 10 fox-lengths away from the den, when she heard, "If you want to get the kits, you'll have to go through me." And then a shriek of agony.

No, Cranefrost thought.

But by the time she arrived, it was too late. There was Snipe, entering the den, with Brackenshade on the floor.

He wasn't breathing.

"NO!" Cried Cranefrost. She marched into the den, slashing at Snipe. She was too quick for Snipe to retaliate, and she hit her again and again.

"RETREAT!" Shrieked Snipe, and suddenly, the camp was left alone.

The battle was over, and even though the rogues had retreated, Cranefrost was forlorn. She dragged Brackenshade's body into the clearing, and Snowfall and Cleardawn rushed to it.

In the clearing, a crowd had formed. Cranefrost pushed her way to the front. There was Songpaw, lying there, in a pool of blood.

She was dying.

There was a muscular sandy tom with hazel eyes that brimmed with loss and sadness.

"Russel, I love you." Songpaw purred weakly. Those were her dying words.

The clan watched in silence as Russel shrieked, "No!"

"No, some cat, help! Get a medicine cat!" He looked around desperately, but no cat moved. Everyone knew it was too late.

"She needs marigold, and honey- no poopy seeds- no juniper-" Russel stammered desperately.

Cranefrost stepped forward,, "She's in Starclan now, Russel. She's dead. There's nothing you can do."

"NO!" Russel cried, digging his muzzle into Songpaw's fur. After a few heartbeats, he looked up.

"Can I be a medicine cat so when I die I'll see her again?" He looked so helpless, so desperate, no cat could say no.

The clans went to sleep that night, but they weren't comfortable. Even though the rogues had fled, every cat knew they'd return tomorrow, stronger than ever...