Chapter Eight-Mourning

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Emberstar saw the despair in Rabbitstar's eyes when he uttered that sentence. The russet tom silently laid his tail on the SwiftClan leader's back. "Every one, we should get back to the forest. We can't stay out in the open." Emberstar bellowed.

About twenty cats in all headed back into the treeline, their only memory of SwiftClan being the stench of death. The cats chartered like birds, fear in their voices.

Emberstar led everyone to a small clearing dotted by bushes and sunlight. The band of cats gathered around the two leaders. Rabbitstar had regained his senses and was looking at the remaining Clan cats.

He then turned his head toward Emberstar. "I'd like to speak to my Clan in private." The russet tom nodded. "Of course."

A little time had passed when Rabbitstar and his cats came back to the clearing. "My Clan and I would like to go back to our Camp and pay respect to our fallen Warriors."

"You should be careful,those monsters are still there." Rabbitstar gave a nod. He and his group walked back to their moorland, tails sagging and pace slow.

FireClan set up another makeshift Camp, deciding to wait on SwiftClan. Soon, the swift moorland cats raced into their temporary home, looking terrified.

"All of our fallen warriors...they were one of them!"

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