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All around him were cats, entangled in the fights of their lives. Windclan. Riverclan. Thunderclan. Shadowclan. Their scents mingled until they were hardly recognizable from one another. Yowls and shrieks filled the air, the scent of blood and fear heavy on the wind. Clumps of fur and missing claws lay strewn about the clearing. Somewhere nearby a cat lay, motionless, the breeze rustling through their fur.

Sparrowheart stood amidst the chaos, a warrior of only two moons. The setting sun made his black pelt, slick with sweat and muddied with dirt, gleam a ruddy orange. Around him the clearing was filled with that light, bathed in an ethereal glow. It felt as though at any moment the spirits of their ancestors would come to life there and join them in battle. 'This is war,' he thought.

He felt a pelt brush his and turned, teeth already bared, but it was only her. "Calm down, Birdbrain," she said, attempting a smile. He could see the fear, though. Her nerves were on edge.

Back to back, they fought through the battle, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. Warrior after warrior they fought, injured and exhausted. At one point they became separated, but he kept her in his sight, fending off a Thunderclan warrior twice his size as she struggled with another warrior nearby.

"Windclan, retreat!" he heard Redstar's call, loud and clear above the roaring of the cats. At first, nothing happened, and then one by one his clanmates began to break from the battle, retreating into the woods, their tails only flashes of fur behind them. Pushing the warrior off of him, he turned to find her so they could leave together.

Time stopped.

"NO!!" he screamed, struggling against the tom who quickly moved to hold him back. "LET ME GO!!" he roared, clawing and twisting in a vain attempt to get away, but Snowcloud held tight, dragging him back away from the clearing.

He watched, eyes wide, as he was dragged away from her and into the woods. The last glimpse he caught of her was her lying on the ground, her beautiful silver fur bathed in the orange light of the setting sun, the warrior standing over her still body.

He'd slit her throat.

Snowcloud (c) Soppa-Taquise
Sparrowheart (c) me
art (c) me

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Description
. . .

All around him were cats, entangled in the fights of their lives. Windclan. Riverclan. Thunderclan. Shadowclan. Their scents mingled until they were hardly recognizable from one another. Yowls and shrieks filled the air, the scent of blood and fear heavy on the wind. Clumps of fur and missing claws lay strewn about the clearing. Somewhere nearby a cat lay, motionless, the breeze rustling through their fur.

Sparrowheart stood amidst the chaos, a warrior of only two moons. The setting sun made his black pelt, slick with sweat and muddied with dirt, gleam a ruddy orange. Around him the clearing was filled with that light, bathed in an ethereal glow. It felt as though at any moment the spirits of their ancestors would come to life there and join them in battle. 'This is war,' he thought.

He felt a pelt brush his and turned, teeth already bared, but it was only her. "Calm down, Birdbrain," she said, attempting a smile. He could see the fear, though. Her nerves were on edge.

Back to back, they fought through the battle, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. Warrior after warrior they fought, injured and exhausted. At one point they became separated, but he kept her in his sight, fending off a Thunderclan warrior twice his size as she struggled with another warrior nearby.

"Windclan, retreat!" he heard Redstar's call, loud and clear above the roaring of the cats. At first, nothing happened, and then one by one his clanmates began to break from the battle, retreating into the woods, their tails only flashes of fur behind them. Pushing the warrior off of him, he turned to find her so they could leave together.

Time stopped.

"NO!!" he screamed, struggling against the tom who quickly moved to hold him back. "LET ME GO!!" he roared, clawing and twisting in a vain attempt to get away, but Snowcloud held tight, dragging him back away from the clearing.

He watched, eyes wide, as he was dragged away from her and into the woods. The last glimpse he caught of her was her lying on the ground, her beautiful silver fur bathed in the orange light of the setting sun, the warrior standing over her still body.

He'd slit her throat.

Snowcloud (c) Soppa-Taquise
Sparrowheart (c) me
art (c) me

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