Buckstar hurried out into the clearing as soon as his name was called, and the sight that greeted him was neither expected nor welcome. He froze, eyes flying wide, at the mess of a cat that had collapsed in the snow, and the kit that had wandered near. He dashed forward to block Bluekit's [ @
Fierceclaw ] path and line of sight, hissing a quiet,
"Get back!"
StarClan save them. First Lionblaze and his apprentice had been attacked, and now those stars-damned mutts had murdered two of his warriors. He sank his claws into the snow, grief and anger forming stones in his stomach.
His warriors were not those awful creatures'
food or playthings.
"Lightningstrike [ @Cobra ], back up." His tone came off as sharp as he carefully approached the fallen warrior. No, there was no saving Bluetooth - the poor tom was already dead.
He grit his teeth, closed his eyes, and bowed his head, uttering a silent prayer to StarClan before straightening up again.
"Stay back, all of you! There's nothing we can do for him. He's already gone."
Gravelblaze, Driftsong, Bluetooth, Redclaw... how many more warriors was ThunderClan going to lose this leaf-bare?