Warriors: Battle of the Elements ~Series 1 Book 3~

Chapter 4

Waterfly's P.O.V:

"Stupid cat will get himself killed." Waterfly muttered to Clearlight and Silverstar. The three of them sat by the medicine den just as the rogue lunged after his friend into the frenzy.

Nutwhisker trotted up to them, "I'll get the herbs ready for any injuries."

Waterfly nodded, "Me too." She padded into the medicine den after Nutwhisker. "We'll need a poultice of marigold and thyme. Some cobwebs and poppy seeds."

Nutwhisker nodded and rushed into the storage den where the herbs were kept and appeared a few moments later with all the herbs Waterfly listed.

The brown tom looked up at his mentor and Waterfly smiled, "Well done. Let's take these outside and wait until the fighting is over."

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Silverstar's P.O.V:

"Can't we do anything about it?" Clearlight asked for the third time, "I don't want any injuries..." he shuffled his paws, unsure whether or not to jump in a break up the fight himself or let Silverstar decide.

Silverstar sighed, "Let it play out. Let's see if Fernepelt realises what he is doing. As deputy, he needs to make his own decisions."

Then Waterfly reappeared with Nutwhisker, herbs in her jaws. She dropped them by her paws, "Still battling?"

Clearlight nodded, "Be ready to treat serious wounds.." he meowed as he spotted Whitetail limp hurriedly away from the fight, his paw had an ugly looking bite wound on it.

Waterfly nodded, looking grave.

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Storm's P.O.V:

Storm let out a screech of fury as the young cat, Demonpaw, pounced on his back. He threw her off and sliced her muzzle. She squealed and darted out of range, leaving room for yet another fresh cat to attack the already wounded Storm. Blood dripped from a wound on his shoulder, hind leg and the one on his cheek had reopened.

A brown she cat with hazel eyes lashed out next, her claws connected with Storm's side and she turned on her. He lashed his tail to keep his balance as he reared onto his hind legs and crashed down upon the she cat. She let out a high-pitched scream as his paws crushed her back and she lay still for a few heartbeats.

Suddenly a bigger weight crashed ontop of Storm. "Don't you dare hurt my sister!!" It was a grey tabby tom with blazing green eyes. His claws pricked Storm's back and he rolled on the ground to throw off his attacker.

The move worked and Storm slithered away from the much larger cat and slunk past the crowd of cats until he reached the outskirts. He watched the fighting cats in horror. There was no way Cloud could suvive that.

It seemed that every cat who lived in this camp was attacking poor Cloud and Storm. He fought to catch his breath and was about to leap into battle once again but a cat yowled loudly, freezing the battle.

Storm saw Cloud. The old tom wa battered and bruised but still alive. He rushed towards him but instead felt teeth dig into his tail, stopping him. He twisted around to see the grey tabby tom from before. "Let go of me!" He hissed and lunged for the tabby, scoring his claws down his chest. But before he could lash out again, another cat jumped on him and pinned him.

The air was knocked out of him and Storm gasped for breath. He looked up to see Fernpelt, the one who had yowled for the fight to stop. "Touch one more hair on my brother's pelt and you die." He whispered in a menacing voice that made Storm shiver in fear.

Eventually, Storm was let go and he stood up shakily. He didn't know if he should run to help Cloud or stay in one place.

Then Silverstar came forwards, "What is your name, rogue."

"S-Storm." He mumbled, his fur bristling.

"So, Storm... Care to tell us who that tom is?"

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