The Blood Valley - (The Blazing Fires Book 1)

Chapter 11

A season and a half have passed. Rabbitcall died from heart failure, which crushed Pouncenose and Lionclaw. But they kept reminding themselves that he lived a long and fulfilling life.  Violeteyes felt an ache in her stomach. She emerged from the warrior's den, and into the medicine den.

"Hey, Windflower, I'm not feeling so well. My stomach has been feeling strange." Violeteyes stepped into the den.

"Stomach pains?" The mottled she-cat stepped closer. "Lay down on your side." Violeteyes obeyed and laid down, her stomach seemed a little bigger than she last remembered. Windflower gently pressed her paws down on the she-cat's belly. After a moment, Windflower placed her paws off Violeteyes's grey belly. "I have some exciting news," She started. "You're expecting kits!" A rush of joy shot through her. 

"Really? My own kits?" Violeteyes purred.

"Yep! Let me guess, Flamestorm's the father?" Windflower mewed. The grey-ish she-cat nodded.

"But don't tell him anything. I want to tell him myself." Violeteyes couldn't help but smile.

"I won't tell him anything. But other than that, you're still able to do your warrior duties." The medicine cat lashed her tail.

Violeteyes dipped her head and left to join the dawn patrol, which consisted of Lionclaw, Softtooth, Snakepetal, and Emberblaze. The warriors trotted towards the SwampClan border. The tangy smell of frog rushed into Violeteyes's nose, wrinkling her tongue. The scent grew fresher as they sniffed the borderlines. Painful memories of Cherrystar's death flooded the future queen's memories. I'll make you proud, Cherrystar. I promise. Violeteyes vowed.
She then heard a yowl in the distance. In a heartbeat, rogues charged at the patrol from left to right.

"Violeteyes! Get help!" Lionclaw called from the fighting. As she turned around, a large, grey rouge loomed over her. Violeteyes luged at the rogue, making the grey cat lose balance. She then weaved past the rouge and darted towards camp.

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Mossgaze glanced at Loudspark and Shallowpool cuddling. He was glad the young warriors have found nice mates, yet he felt lonely, knowing that he might never find a mate. "Hey, I thought you two were just friends?" Mossgaze blurted out to the new couple.

"Well, as we got older, our feelings changed." Shallowpool purred. Mossgaze was pulled out of his thoughts when Violeteyes burst through the entrance, fear sparking off her pelt.

"We're under attack! Rogues ambushed us near the border!" She yowled for the whole clan to hear.

"Mossgaze, Nightchaser, Dewfur, Feathercloud, Blueheart, Mistwing, Lilystomp, and I will help fight." Flashstar ordered as Violeteyes led them out of camp. They soon reached the SwampClan border. Blood was spilled, and all the warriors were covered in claw marks. Mossgaze felt teeth chomp down on his tail. The white warrior spun around, to see a silver she-cat holding his fluffy tail. He was hurled towards a nearby tree. Mossgaze rose to his feet and lunged at the rouge, yet she was a step ahead of him. The silver cat raked Mossgaze's muzzle, leaving a huge scar. Blood dripped down towards his mouth.

Mossgaze then grabbed the rouge's scruff and violently shook her head until her teeth clapped. The young warrior was tossed off the rouge. Claws pierced his shoulder, as he let out a yowl of pain. He felt his vision blur. This was my destiny real destiny, wasn't it? He sighed. He felt the claws retract from his shoulder, as he saw pelts running off. He tried to lift his head, yet he was too weak. He saw a warrior's body, with a grey pelt with dark spots that rippled along the torn mussels of the corpse.

Lionclaw! Mossgaze held in a gasp, as a whimper escaped his muzzle. You may have not liked me, but I cared about you. The warrior felt grief rush through him. Mossgaze's ears were filled with blood, yet he could still hear the sobbing of his brother. Mossgaze managed to rise to his shaking feet, as he slowly started to trudge back.