Raindrop struggled free, sending her attacker stumbling backwards into the bushes. Around her, cats were yowling their lungs out, crying out as if their lives depended on it. At this moment, they most certainly did.
The rogue was quick on his paws, already leaping toward Raindrop yet again. But he never reached. Instead, he was struck by lighting.
The cats were shocked into silence. Now Raindrop could see countless bodies sprawled on the ground, bathing in blood. Another lightning struck, and the RiverClan camp burst into fire. So did the surrounding land. The trees, the bushes, the grass, it all caught fire. Cats were on fire. Raindrop's mother and father, their already lifeless bodies, were lighting up in oranges and reds and yellows. Smoke was replacing the air, and soon the cats could not breathe. They coughed, and coughed, and coughed, but still they did not move. Eventually, some fell to the ground. They were all Clan cats. RiverClan, ThunderClan, ShadowClan, any other clan, it did not matter. They were Clan cats at heart, every single one of them. And now so many had lost their lives to rogues. Rogues who, miraculously, had gotten away. They had survived. They had won, in the end. All of this had been for nothing.
Then came the rain. It set out the fire, but it was too late. The trees were dead, the bushes bare, almost as if it was leaf-bare already. Except the stems were dark and ruined. They would not bloom when newleaf came around. Newleaf was around. But nothing would ever be the same now. Nothing would ever be okay again.
Raindrop stood still as the rain soaked her pelt. She did not know who had survived; she did not know if anyone even had.
She only knew that they had lost. They had lost everything. Their home, their land, their pride and honour, their clanmates, their loved ones. The rogues had taken it all. It was all so unfair.
She watched as the rain washed away the blood of her clanmates. She let it pour over her, let it wash away her grief, wash it away until all was left was a numb feeling in her chest.
As she stood, watching the grey sky, she thought, it's all over now. We have lost, and nothing will ever be okay again. Not now, not ever; we have lost everything.
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The Surviving Few (Warrior Cats)
FanfictionThe five clans lived by a lake. Until one day, they didn't. The clans have been destroyed. Rogues have claimed the land surrounding the lake as their own. When the clans refused to give up their hard-earned territory, the rogues fought. They fought...
