Eaglepaw sprang at the nearest rogue; a pale grey and black tom who appeared to be his age. He yowled with surprise and reared up, throwing Eaglepaw back and he hit his head on the hard twoleg floor. Clenching his teeth, Eaglepaw struggled to fight, but his vision was blurry. Then he felt Leopardclaw's breath stirring his ear and her raspy voice. "You can do it! Kill that stupid mouse brained rogue!" Eaglepaw suddenly snarled and sliced the young rogue's muzzle, making blood fly everywhere. The rogue hissed and sunk his claws into Eaglepaw's shoulders, and the rogue smacked one paw on his throat. Oh no... Eaglepaw thought. He heard a snarl, and the rogue being knocked off, but he saw no one. Then he looked closer and Leopardclaw was holding the rogue down, her claws curled around the rogue's throat. Eaglepaw found new energy and growled at his next victim. "DeathClan, retreat!" He heard a yowl and the rogues suddenly retreated, tails between their legs, not caring about their prisoners. There was an empty silence. "We won!" Squirreltail yowled. The other cats murmured and nodded, excitement in their eyes. "We should go to camp." Thrushfall meowed. "Heal our wounded, y'know" The cats spilt up, going to their camps, and Thornpaw's eyes focused on Swiftcloud. The senior warrior had fought too hard. "Swiftcloud.." He choked. Lakefang dipped his head and grabbed Swiftcloud's scruff gently between his jaws, eyes filled with sorrow.