The Forgotten Wild [Warrior Cats] (pending rewrite)

Chapter 11

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I take off running with Silver following. Somehow, with her injured shoulders, she manages to keep up with me. She's fast, I think in surprise. I shake my head. I don't have time to think about things like that. I lead her into StormClan territory and head straight for camp.
I need to warn Stonestar, I think as we burst through the thorn barrier. We bound towards Stonestar's den, avoiding Applestreak, Fernshade and Nightmist's hostile glances.

"Stonestar!" I gasp for breath as Stonestar looks at me and then Silver in surprise. "Rogues are coming-"

I'm cut off by a loud snarl.

"DeathClan, attack!"

Oh no...

I leap back to my paws and bolt out of the den. What I see freezes me in my tracks. Birdpaw's trapped between a brown tabby and the thorn barrier, trying to fight him off. Mintfern collapses underneath a black tom's claws. Winterbreeze and Nightmist fight side by side in front of the nursery, clawing at any rogue that comes to close.

I quickly leap down from the leader's den and charge into the fight. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Silver and Stonestar do the same. I flash my claws out at a ginger she-cat; leaving red lines along her face. She runs away yowling. A growl catches my attention; Whitefoot's backed up against the thorn barrier, fighting a she-cat and a tom by himself, trying to protect Birdpaw. The tom swipes and hits his target. Whitefoot collapses at the she-cat's paws. She laughes as she pushes him out of their way. They run toward the nursery. I start to run toward them, but a sharp tug on my tail stops me. I spin around hissing. The tom who had killed Mintfern stands before me. His eyes widen as I leap. With a growl, I land on his back. I bite down on his neck and he collapses with a finalizing thud. I back away in horror. My bloodstained paws brush against cold fur. I look down. I guess I'm not the only one who killed a rogue.

I glance up, not wanting to think about it anymore. I see Silver bite down on Applestreak's neck.

I freeze. Wait... I look closer. That's not Silver.

As Applestreak weakly tries to fight the silver she-cat off, I charge forward. The she-cat takes one look at me and runs away.

"Coward!" I snarl at her retreating shoulders. Another rogue runs past me out of camp. For the second time that day, the black leader can see his cats are outnumbered.

"Retreat!" He snarls. The remaining rogues limp out of camp. All the StormClan cats hiss and spit at them as they pass. I just lay down and barely hold in a moan.

We had won, but to what cost?

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