Chapter Seven- Fall of SwiftClan

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The small band of FireClan cats were at the edge of SwiftClan's Camp, horrified. Dozens of sick cats where manifesting in the moorland Camp, tearing down every cat in their path.

Emberstar scanned the Camp, looking for a way for the trapped cats to escape. The russet tom then saw a pile of boulders stacked up against the camp's shallow walls.

They could climb that to escape. He thought. Emberstar waved his tail for his Clan to stay back, and then he approached the boulder pile. "Quick, over here!" He shouted.

The remaining SwiftClan cats where surprised to see FireClan's leader, but didn't question him. They all raced over, their desperation making them faster than the disease ridden cats.

"Wait, what about Cloudfluff?" a brown tom yowled. Emberstar scanned the camp, spotting a white she-cat cornered by two blood-matted cats, hissing like all of LionClan. She must be a queen.

Suddenly, the same brown tom that spoke bolted over to the sick cats. He barreled into one of them, making it fall onto the other one. Cloudfluff gave a nod of thanks and ran to join her Clanmates.

As the brown tom tried to run, the infected cat ripped into his haunches, dragging him to the ground with brutal swipes. The white Queen looked down from the boulders in despair. "Woodstripe!" She yowled.

One of her Clanmates stopped her from leaping to the tom and brought her to safety. "This is awful..." Emberstar murmured as he was approached by a lithe brown tom.

He instantly recognized him as Rabbitstar. "Thank you," He panted, eyes wide. "So, the sickness has reached you as well." Emberstar mewed. "I guess so," Rabbitstar grimly added.

Emberstar realized only about eight cats remained in SwiftClan. Rabbitstar gazed at his ruined Camp in despair. Blood and corpses where everywhere, along with growling and staggering cats.

"So this is the fall of SwiftClan."

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