Magazine la guerre des clans 1 : LgdcActu [TERMINEE]

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Kill him!"

"Blind him!"

"Drive him out of the forest!"

The wound in Tigerclaw's belly pulsed with agony, and he felt warm, sticky blood pooling

beneath his paws. His Clanmates' furious words seemed to be coming from a long way off, as if he

were underwater, cocooned in peaceful cold. You lost! screeched a voice inside his head. Beaten by

kittypets and fools! Tigerclaw felt his lip curl up in a snarl. I lost this battle, he conceded silently.

But for as long as there is blood in my veins, I will not give up.

"Tigerclaw," Bluestar meowed, "have you anything to say in your defense?" The ThunderClan

leader's blue-gray fur was streaked with blood—Tigerclaw's as well as her own—and her eyes

were dull and unfocused. Tigerclaw felt a thrill of satisfaction that his actions, his careful plans, had

left her shattered and flailing inside. He knew a broken cat when he saw one; this was the end of

Bluestar's leadership, even if he hadn't managed to take her last lives. The thought numbed the pain in

his belly and gave strength to his trembling legs.

"Defend myself to you, you gutless excuse for a warrior?" he hissed. "What sort of a leader are

you? Keeping the peace with other Clans. Helping them! You barely punished Fireheart and

Graystripe for feeding RiverClan, and you sent them to fetch WindClan home! I would have never

shown such kittypet softness. I would have brought back the days of TigerClan. I would have made

ThunderClan great!"

"And how many cats would have died for it?" Bluestar replied softly. She shook herself, then

lifted her head. "If you have nothing else to say, then I sentence you to exile," she declared. "You will

leave ThunderClan territory now, and if any cat sees you here after sunrise tomorrow, they have my

permission to kill you."

"Kill me?" Tigerclaw echoed. "I'd like to see any of them try."

"Fireheart beat you!" Graystripe yowled.

"Fireheart." Tigerclaw slowly turned his head to look at the ginger kittypet. A warrior name will

never make you forestborn, no matter what your Clanmates tell you! "Cross my path again, you

stinking furball, and we'll see who's the stronger."

Fireheart sprang up, tail lashing, even though one of his eyes was swollen shut from a blow from

Tigerclaw's paw. "Any time, Tigerclaw," he spat.

"No!" Bluestar interrupted them. "No more fighting. Tigerclaw, leave my sight."

Tigerclaw made himself stand up, in spite of the trembling that shook his paws. A fresh wave of

blood oozed from his belly as the edges of the wound shifted. He heard gasps from the cats around

him but ignored them. Pain is nothing! Defeat is nothing!

"Don't think I'm finished," he warned, staring at the battle-stunned faces around him. "I'll be a

leader yet. And any cat who comes with me will be well looked after." He looked for his closest ally

in ThunderClan, the cat who'd always told him that he should have been leader by now.

"Darkstripe?"

The black-striped tabby stayed where he was, sitting among the warriors. "I trusted you,

Tigerclaw," he whimpered. "I thought you were the finest warrior in the forest. But you plotted with

that . . . that tyrant." Tigerclaw guessed he was speaking of Brokentail, the exiled ShadowClan

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