Warriors: Empire's End ~Book 5 Series 3~

Chapter 13

Silvershy's POV:

"This is an outrage!" Java's voice sent shock-waves around the den, his fur bristling in rage as he paced the rocky floor. "I can't believe they attacked you, in our forest!"

"We beat them, they won't come back." Ebony promised her brother, attempting to comfort the angry brown tom.

"It doesn't matter! They'll come back!" He snapped, slapping his paws against the ground in a fit. "Did you at least get any of their names? Did you recognise their scents? Anything that could tell us where they came from?"

"One was called Dove." Silvershy mewed softly, flinching as her son's gaze snapped to her. "Th-The other two were Fire and Twig.."

"And the leader?" Java demanded in a soft, but harsh tone.

"We don't know." Ebony answered for the silver warrior. "And it doesn't matter. We. Won. The. Fight. They won't come back."

"Let's hope that's true." The pale brown rogue muttered, flicking his paw at them in dismissal. "Leave my den Silvershy, go tend to your kits. Ebony, prepare Speck's burial."

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The preparation for the burial took only a short time. It was quick and simple, much like the Clans. It was quite a sight to see, Silvershy noted, as she realised how this was the one single thing that truly brought the rogues together as one. At least they honoured their dead members, even new ones such as Speck.

As Ebony and two other rogues carried Speck's newly-groomed body to the burial site, Silvershy turned back to her kits. Would they have to grow up like this? As members of Java's rogue group? With Spectrum gone, there would be no way that Silvershy could navigate her way back to the Clans. She needed a Promethean to teleport her back home; the distance was far too great to simply walk.

A sense of hopelessness overcame the silver she cat. Could her ancestors even see her? Was she too far away? Was she no longer a Clan warrior? Anger and longing burned through her heart as she glanced up at the sky. Her clanmates were still suffering and she couldn't provide them aid. Java had agreed to help, but how would they even get there without Spectrum?

"Mumma.." Duskkit mewled, pawing at his mother's chest with his forepaws. "Why are you sad?"

"I'm not." Silvershy murmured, shaking her head slightly to clear her mind. "I'm happy, Duskkit, don't worry." She offered her son a smile, which he returned with a relieved grin.

"Look, I learned a new trick!" The black furred tom shuffled backwards of the twolegpelt-nest and proceeded to demonstrate a hunter's crouch. His bright blue eyes searched his mother's face for praise as he balanced perfectly in place for some time. "Is it good? Will I catch all the prey now?"

Silvershy was impressed, and intrigued by who had taught him a hunting move already. "It's wonderful, Duskkit. You're a natural! Who taught you that anyway?"

"Wind did!" The black kit pointed to the old healer, who was lounging nearby in the shade.

Silvershy sent Wind a glare, but he snorted back at her. "Would you rather I teach him fighting moves? He needs to learn something, Silvershy, he's old enough now."

He's barely two moons old. Silvershy sighed tiredly. Why do kits start training so early in this camp? Don't they realise that kits are too young to hunt and fight?

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