Dovesong had led a large patrol to the Skyclan camp to invade them. “Thunderclan search the camp NOW!” Featherstar’s yowl sounded across the gorge as the cats navigated the rocky cliff sides. As Skyclan cats quickly leapt into battle jumping into spaces the Thunderclan cats would have to develop the muscles as an apprentice if they wanted to do it, while Skyclan apprentices fought Thunderclan warriors. “Why are there so many apprentices here!?” Stoneclaw yowled. Treestar responded with, “We live in a place where we have many because we aren’t constantly fighting battles like this one, so they’re not dying!” The oldest apprentices were fighting battles against the warriors leaping across the gorge to help and training their jumping skills was a visibly promising idea for when the camp was attacked. “Skyclan push them out of here!” Treestar’s voice sounded from above. Then more cats came to their aid the morning patrols helping the apprentices. Dovesong leapt over and pinned Smokewing to the ground, “You and your clan may have won this time but next time you won’t be so lucky,” Dovesong said coldly to Smokewing. I'm dead meat and this can't end well, Smokewing thought. The Thunderclan cats backed off as they could see that Skyclan had learned their lesson and left. “Now we must find the damages and repair them as fast as possible,” Treestar called across the gorge. The cats of Skyclan found a Thunderclan apprentice stuck inside a one of the small crevices in the cliffside, herbs scattered across the small clearing, blood on several rocks, and prey scattered everywhere. “Three apprentices were sent to help the Thunderclan patrol on their return home Owlpaw Windpaw and Duckpaw, the youngest of the apprentices. Then the youngest apprentices ran they ran as far as their little legs could carry them, but until Smokewing saw something she got closer and then saw the three bodies of the youngest apprentices lying in the middle of the road, “Why just why?!” Smokewing cried as she carried the three limp bodies back to the camp. What happened?” was the first thing anybody asked. “Would all cats light enough to fly across the gorge gather at the rockpile for a clan meeting” Smokewing called with despair in her voice. “I knew this was a bad idea from the start,” Enzo muttered. “Why is this so important?” Flickfire asked Smokewing. “The apprentices who were sent to help Thunderclan…” Smokewing began, “… Are dead, so tonight we mourn Owlpaw Windpaw and Duckpaw who gave their lives helping the clan who attacked us this morning.” The night was spent sitting in silence even the kits were mourning for their lost friends until. Windpaw shifted and too much to be the wind and she blinked looking around at her silent clanmates as she stood up and sat between two of the kits silently. The morning after the mourning, Flickfire noticed Windpaw sitting at the stream’s edge staring into the water reflecting on his life decisions and the effects. “Well looks like you may need some recovery,” Flickfire told the distracted apprentice. “Yeah, maybe I don’t know if I even want to live anymore, my best friends are gone and the kits still have a few moons before you can train them, it just doesn’t feel like life is worth living anymore,” Windpaw muttered. “I’ve been there before. Before I met Smokewing I felt lost and like there wasn’t any life left inside of me, but things change and you’ll be glad they do it will change your life Windpaw you just need a little help,” Flickfire responded. Windpaw went into the grief position that Smokewing had ended up in after her brother’s death although Smokewing’s experience helped guide her in the right direction away from ending up abandoning the clan. After several moons of training and planning Treestar was finally ready to storm to Thunderclan. “Okay, so I need Flickfire leading the first group and Smokewing leading the second group and in the first group I need Windpaw, Enzo, Stormfoot, Yarrowpaw, Blossompaw, and Willowheart and in the second group I need Lilacflower, Lionpaw, Branchleaf, Stone, and Flowerpaw, and for the third group I need Bristlefoot, Goursepaw, Mousetail, Dartfoot, and Leafdapple,” Treestar called from the rockpile. The clan divided into their groups to go fight Thunderclan and began the journey to the camp Smokewing lead them to the territory and from there they divided and headed out to surround the camp.
Dovesong sat in her den next to her elderly father, “I’m glad that Skyclan had those muscles, now they have showed us that “power” they have and we are now training are apprentices to work up that sort of strength so that if we have to fight them again they won’t have that advantage anymore.“ Dovesong murmured mainly to herself as she pricked her ears to hear small footsteps. Smokewing took the first silent step into the camp and signaled for the first group of cats. “Hurry,” Smokewing murmured, flicking her tail to get the other cats to follow. Dovesong cantered out of her den to see the cats, her eyes widening in fear as she looked, “What are you doing? We don’t have to fight! We are still trying to recover from the last fight! Please! Let us just talk it out!” “No, no, no kid, we want to give you what you’ve been asking for, a fight on your own turf. You come and fight us on our turf we come fight you on your turf we don’t talk anymore about this it used to be just ignorance and now it’s pure hatred to you with love from me,” Smokewing responded as the Skyclan cats closed in on the camp barring their teeth. “THUNDERCLAN! ASSEMBLE!” Dovesong yowled as the Thunderclan cats leaped gracefully into a tightly packed formation with dozens warriors, and dozens apprentices. “Thunderclan apprentices! Remember your training! Use it! Now Thunderclan! ATTACK!” Winterstar yowled, looking at the clan cats with piercing eyes as he then turned to battle, while the rest of Thunderclan cats quickly pounced, fur flying, yowling, and hissing, and blood spattering all over the camp’s grainy sandstone floor.
