We named them Leafkit and Squirrelkit. Sadly, that one happy moment ended real fast.

You see, in order to perform a raid on a group of cats that could fill five clans, you need backup. I couldn't even get the three clans to join me, much less one cat after what happened three moons ago.

Not even StarClan can rid of the agonizing pain of the battle.

.

We heard them coming. They came without warning. They stormed into the camp, killing any cat who stood in their way. Gorsepaw was the first to die.

"Witness what happens if you continue to refuse to join my clan!" he announced before plunging his claws in the apprentice's neck. He let out a battle cry, and a storm of BloodClan cats buried us in dust, blood, and claws.

Blackfoot made a beeline to the nursery. SkyClan, WindClan, and ThunderClan kits were hiding away, along with my two, four-moon-old daughters. Sandstorm was busily fighting Jaggedtooth, Blackfoot's distraction. I prepared to lunge as Blackfoot approached my daughters with a snarl, when I heard a new cry.

"Retreat, TigerClan! Retreat!"

I studied the limp and crying cats. Runningbrook and of WindClan, Patchfoot of SkyClan, and Ashpaw, One-eye, Smallear, and Frostfur of ThunderClan all lay dead/dying in the clearing, including a few BloodClan cats. We'll all have quite a number of rituals to perform tonight, I thought.

But their was one more cat who had died.

Brakenfur lay limp in the center. "Scourge is dead," he meowed softly.

"You will be welcomed in StarClan," I meowed. "Your sister will be proud of you."

He smiled and allowed StarClan to welcome him. I looked at his claws. I saw black and white fur fitted between the claws. Bone.

You do not mess with my warriors, Bone, I thought. Brakenfur's death will be avenged!