-[ Warriors: With The Fallen ]-

Part Two: Outcasted, Chapter Thirteen~Surprise!

POVs for this section: Rose'paw; Feather'paw

A/N: I've gotten some inspiration from "The Last of Us" for the following events for what will help build the plot

— Off topic, but I just adore that game, it's literally so damn good.

Oh yeah, also a gore-warning on this chapter too

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~Rose'paw~

Hell.

This was hell.

  Sharp'bark already lay dead on the snowy forest floor, with a large bite wound dealt to his shoulder.

  Queens with their kits; cornered against the twisted brambles of the Nursery. They batted uselessly against Petal'toe. Both trying to keep their kits safe, and not getting themselves bitten. The 'distant' she-cat's movements swayed lazily, not controlled by herself.

  The Warriors who should be protecting them were too busy fending for themselves.

  A large gash in the Medicine Den showed how they broke out. By the gash was little Brown'kit. Limp.

  Night'paw shot out like a dart. Towards her mother, and her remaining kits. She moved with instinct, like a true Warrior.

  Meanwhile, Rose'paw stayed where she was. She was frozen in place. She saw Fawn'tooth, her original mentor, and Grass'tree battling against her father and Feather'paw.

  Mist'paw's body rammed into her. Something splattered on the side of her coat. Rose'paw couldn't bring herself to look.

  "Don't just stand there and do nothing, you mouse-brained idiot, go protect your clan!" She hissed.

  Mist'paw's wake-up call finally got her paws to work again. Rose'paw remembered how Leopard'dream had killed her mother without delivering any fatal bite.

  'Was this right?'

  Why was she questioning herself at a time like this? Grass'tree's fangs snapped at Wolf'fang. The senior tom just barely kept her off of him.

  Rose'paw picked up a branch almost as long as her from off of the Warrior's Den. She began to run towards them. More like hobble; the stick was pretty hefty.

  'What if they'll get better?' The thought stopped her.

  Fawn'tooth's sharp teases, Grass'tree's humor, little Brown'kit playing moss-ball with the other kits, and Petal'toe watching from a little farther off with a smile. Could they all really be gone? Surely Star'clan wouldn't let a fate like this bestow onto the clans.

  She looked back into Fawn'tooth's eyes. Hollowness filled every inch. A different cat — A different monster had overtook that cat. She was not someone Rose'paw knew.

  "Rose'paw, help!" Feather'paw yowled loudly to her.

  Wolf'fang had a paw twisted at a bad angle. It looked broken. The tom had tumbled to his side, and struggled to get back up. Feather'paw had lunged himself in front of her father, right as Fawn'tooth was about to rip out a chunk of Wolf'fang's pelt. Now, the she-cat gripped Feather'paw by his shoulder. Bits of blood danced from where her fangs connected with his skin.

  She pushed herself forward. Snow flew from her paws behind her. Along the way, Rose'paw dropped the branch. It slowed her down too much.

  She unsheathed her claws, and swiped at Fawn'tooth's neck. The skin around where she was about to scar drooped a little. Like a soggy leaf during a New'leaf downpour.