1: “No.” Sharpeyes whispered. Blood spattered the ground of the Rogue camp. The rogues were losing. These rogues were tired. These rogues had been exiled from their own clans. Now they were one Clan, Higherclan. “Higherclan retreat!” Clawstar screeched as two Thunderclan warriors pinned him down and scored their claws across his haunches. “Help me Sharpeyes!” Clawstar screeched desperately. Sharpeyes leapt onto the white Thunderclan warrior and sunk his teeth into her neck. “AGHHHH!” She screamed. “Thistleclaw! Help me! This savage-“ she didn’t finish as Sharpeyes raked his claws across her ears. The tom cat named Thistleclaw scored his claws across Sharpeyes’s flank and Clawstar jabbed his claws into the white Thunderclan she cat’s tail. Both the Thunderclan warriors raced off and Sharpeyes helped Clawstar get to his feet. “RETREAT! These rogues aren’t worth it.” The Thunderclan leader yowled. The clan cats raced off towards their camp, leaving Higherclan in pieces in their own. ************ “Winterrose!” Sharpeyes howled. Running into the ‘nursery’ “Are our kits ok?” He meowed, skidding to a stop in front of Higherclan’s nursery. “They’re fine.” Winterrose mewed. Sharpeyes sighed and gazed at his 2 remaining kits. Skykit and Violetkit. The litter had started off with 5 kits, but Winterrose couldn’t produce enough milk because of the bitter leafbare, so here they were. Sharpeyes and Winterrose. The two mates with their remaining two kits. End of first chapter
This was an idea I’ve had for a while. Rogues and loners are almost always looked down upon. I wanted to produce a story where Rogues (Higherclan) were the good guys, and the clans were the bad guys. This story is set during Snowfur and Bluefur’s warrior time.
