It was dark and the rain hit the ground ever so softly. "Emberstar, are you there?"
"Yes, I'll be there in a minute," the old cat responded.
"Well that's good, because I think Wheatkit is playing too roughly with us!" the voice, Pikekit, squeaked. "Well, why not you go and think it out instead? Or maybe not play?" Then there was a rustle in the nearby bushes, followed by a scream. "Pikekit!" his mother cried. "No!"
An eagle was flying off with Pikekit, getting crushed by the strong talons.
Once Emberstar had seen what was really going on, he jerked up and rushed outside the leader's new den in the new territory since the deady fire had destroyed all the Clans homes.
"Pikekit!" she wailed again.
"Pikekit!"
Then there was crying.
Emberstar looked out to see drops of blood smeared on the lush rock and dirt. Emberstar tilted his head down then shed three tears. Suddenly the stars all swirled a strange rotation as Emberstar yowled greif for the dead kit. Maybe this was all over.
Maybe RainClan was done.
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RainClan: Maplepaw's Hope
Teen FictionThe destruction is not done yet... Maplepaw has always loved life. But one day she found herself in a blood-soaked world of death and destruction... and only one hope. Will she make it? Or will she die? Find out in WARRIORS: MAPLEPAW'S HOPE
