"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the sky rock for a clan meeting!" Sharpstar yowled from atop the large stone that over looked the camp. His eye were full of pure hatred and his claws, in which he was named after, were fully out.
Whispers filled the gorge as the once large clan gathered. Each cat in the clearing looked either half starved or quite sick. A drought had recently hit the small clan, causing less prey, less water, and less coverage from the hot sun.
"Silence!" Sharpstar's faithful deputy, Flamefur snarled at the chatting cats below. Sharpstar fluffed his ginger fur before speaking. "I know the drought has been hard on our clan, but that is only the beginning," All cats in the clearing were staring wide eyed at their leader, fearing whatever was next.
"Oakleap and his patrol have reported rat activity near the abandoned two legged nest." Oakleap flattened his brown ears and hissed. "Its true." Billystorm, the only elder puffed his fur out and unsheathed his claws. "I'm in for a 'nother tussle wit' them varmits." He rasped. Sharpstar nodded to him before finishing his thoughts. "... So, I was thinking of fighting them like last time."
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Battle crys erupted from the swarm of cats as the charged into the two legged nest. Sharpstar immediately leaped on the biggest rat. As he nipped the vital spot on the rats neck he felt a sharp pain run up his leg. He jumped to his paws a shook off his attacker.
A sorrowful yowl made his head wip around as he saw three rats swarm onto his mate, Cherrytail's back. Then the entire battle turned into slow motion as he watched the rats claw and nip their way to her neck. "Cherrytail!" He gasped as she fell to the ground and let out a final sigh.
"Skyclan! Retreat!" He yowled, turning his back to his dead mate. The clan sprinted towards the gorge, fleeing from the rats. "Thank goodness everyone's ok!" Flamefur cheerfully exclaimed, walking beside Sharpstar. The ginger leader stopped walking and snarled harshly at his deputy. "Everyone is OK!? Have you seen Cheerytail? Oh, no? Because she's DEAD!" Sharpstar whipped his tail and began following his clan. Flamefur gawked at Shapstar. "Dead?! Cerrytail is dead?! Why didn't you grab her body?" Sharpstar closed his eyes wondering, why didn't he grab her.
