BreezeClan's Fallout

Ch. 4

Dreamfall slams straight into somebody when she runs out of the den, and falls back with a surprised yelp. Whomever it was weighed a lot, because suddenly they slammed right back into her and brought the both of them tumbling down out of BreezeClan's camp.

The hill was rough and had sharp rocks jutting out on every crevice, so when Dreamfall eyed a nearing obstacle she jerked to the left, seeing her opponent cut right through and cry out in pain as they tumbled down, down, down. A heavy scent of blood filled the air once again, and Dreamfall grew dizzy in the head for the third time. She snarled as she reached the bottom of the steep hill, unharmed; however, her attacker was on the ground a few fox-lengths away, body shaking heavily.

She ran over, emerald green eyes ablaze with anger when she sees a familiar face. The tom that had killed Fernpaw lays there, shuddering and moaning in pain. Dreamfall unsheathed her claws, listening to the tom beg for mercy.

"Please no! I-I'm sorry about what happened! I just thought you were t-trying to-"

"Shut up." Dreamfall slammed her paw down over the tom's throat, claws gleaming in the sunlight.

It cut off the needed oxygen he needed, and it was enough to make his eyes flash. She saw fear, and he even reeked of it now.

"P-Plea-"

She dug her claws into his neck, and raked them down deep, listening to his choking sounds on his own blood.

"That's for Fernpaw, you badger-hearted freak!"

She steps away, seeing the deep crimson stain the ground. Dreamfall doesn't forgive easily, and now that one of the murderous rogues are put down, relief swells in her chest.

Suddenly she remembers the wail up inside BreezeClan's camp. If this tom was there, she was sure more than one lurked about. Hastily, Dreamfall climbs back up the side of the steep hill, and saunters back into the camp.

Mistgrove is in mid-fight with one of the rogues, and she looks like she's taking the battle with the rogue well, so Dreamfall searches for Olivekit. She stops in her tracks when she sees the smaller kit hiding inside a log. One of the bigger rogues are trying to sniff him out, and rage overtakes Dreamfall.

She takes the larger she-cat by surprise, sinking her teeth deep into the back of her neck as she leaps on her back, ripping at the fur and jerking her head side to side.

The rogue cry's out, trying to shake Dreamfall off, but she's got her claws hooked into her fur.

Mid-fight, she spares a glance at the hidden, shaking Olivekit in the battered log. He seems safe now, and she can only hope he will run if danger nears again.

The she-cat finally gets out of Dreamfall's grip, and flips them over to where she's got her underneath, growling in her face before clawing at her soft sides.

Dreamfall grits her teeth together and kicks up at the she-cat's soft belly, forcing her high up into the air. The rogue hits the ground, the breath knocked out of her.

Dreamfall comes up behind her and grins down at the rogue devilishly before slamming her paw down onto her neck, and raking her sharp claws down hard, just like with the other rogue. The she-cat's eyes widen in shock, and then when she tries to scream, blood gurgles in her throat.

She leaves the rogue there to suffer for her nearing death, and turns to check on Mistgrove. The she-cat has Olivekit by her side, whose shaking like crazy.

Dreamfall pads over, and opens her mouth to speak but doesn't get the chance when Olivekit stares horrified down at her paws. She follows the smaller tom's gaze, and sees they're blood-caked.

"Sorry. I'll wash it off later. Where's Bramblestar?"

At the mention of his name, he suddenly appears out of nowhere, gasping for breath. He's limping on one leg, and missing some part of his ear now, but all Dreamfall can think about is that everyone is still alive.

She looks around the camp, fresh blood spattered everywhere. Also, there's two more joining dead bodies. All because they stuck around. She's sure they're a patrol, because when out hunting or refreshing the borders, Bramblestar carried out orders of only allowing three to four at a time.

But what had the rogues come looking for? Possible survivors? Wanderers?

Dreamfall roams the camp silently, in case any more patrols are passing through. She has Bramblestar limping behind her, and Mistgrove carrying little Olivekit.

"Bramblestar, where are we going to go?"

"There's an abandoned shed on outside of our borders to the north. It sits between the Raven mountains. Hopefully it's still holding up it's keep, because there is a passageway underneath the ground there. It'd make a nice safe haven. Maybe even a camp." Bramblestar replies, blinking up at the sun that's beginning to set.

Olivekit looks about as curious as any normal kit would, and jumps excitedly. "Ooh! Ooh! I wanna go there!"

Bramblestar chuckles, amber eyes alit with amusement.

"Yes, of course Olivekit. We'll head there tomorrow."

Olivekit's expression falls.

"Why tomorrow?"

"It is getting dark, and traveling through the night with rogues lurking around isn't a good idea. We'll set camp tonight in my den."

*

We all fall asleep fairly quickly, exhausted from battling rogues.