Yay! Part 3! Every new part, I change the thumbnail. AU belongs to me Art belongs to me Sunkit and Birdkit belong to me Eaglekit, Wolfkit, and Emberpaw belong to @RingingBells Credits to Warriors --> Story <-- Redstar whipped around, to face Runningwind. "What?" "RiverClan is invading! I was on a patrol with Tigerclaw and Mousefur, and RiverClan just jumped out and-" Runningwind panted. He was bleeding from above his eye and on his chest. "Get to Spottedleaf!" Redstar ordered the injured Warrior. "Goldenflower, Speckletail, Brindleface, protect Frostfur, and the kits. Block off the entrance to the nursery with the brambles from the apprentice den." He shouted, anxiety building. "Sandstorm, Whitestorm, Lionheart, and Willowpelt, go help Mousefur and Tigerclaw. Longtail, Darkstripe, and Emberpaw, stay here with me to defend the camp, or until we need more fighters." The camp moved into chaos, and Redstar was shouting orders, hoping that Mousefur and his deputy were safe. "Redstar." He heard a frail voice. He turned to see Bluefur. "Let me help them fight." "No, you need to stay in camp." "I have two lives left, Redstar," She murmured. "And I intend to use them both." Redstar realized she was right, and nodded. "Go catch up with them." The blue elder sped from camp, faster than a rabbit. He prepared his clan for battle. He even thought he had enough time to move the fresh-kill pile somewhere safe- but he heard screeching. He turned to the entrance of camp, and saw RiverClan warriors breaking into camp. Tigerclaw screeched, running with the enemy clan, and leapt on a RiverClan warrior from behind, and ripped out huge clumps of fur. The new warriors, Ravenblink, Firetail, and Graystripe looked at him questioningly. "Go! Help them fight, I am sure StarClan would understand why you broke vigil!" He cried, and the three warriors darted off into the battle. Redstar joined the fray, and saw Bluefur battling a gray RiverClan warrior. Bluefur was knocked down onto the rock, and stopped moving, although thankfully she got up, without losing her eighth life. Redstar jumped to attack a ginger warrior when something crashed into him. It was Stonefur of RiverClan, and Redstar felt something bash his head. He fell into darkness. --> Part 2 (of ch. 11) <-- Birdkit curled up tighter. She huddled next to Goldenflower and Frostfur, wanting to cry out. The brave queens had blocked themselves into the nursery, where the kits would be safe. But Birdkit didn't feel safe. She kept hearing claws scrape against the brittle brambles protecting her. Suddenly, there was a snapping noise. Goldenflower screeched, and the brambles gave way. A golden tabby tom and a brown warrior broke into the nursery. They smelled funny, not like ThunderClan. Suddenly something grabbed Birdkit. Something tough and sharp. She looked up to see Emberpaw holding her, and running into the Medicine Den. Emberpaw dropped Birdkit on a moss nest and ran back out into the battle. She was surrounded by injured warriors. And Birdkit saw how badly some of them were injured. Runningwind was bleeding, and Lionheart was coughing up blood. Birdkit cried out, but with the battle raging outside, she thought that nobody would hear. --> Part 3 (of ch. 11) <-- Redstar woke up. His head didn't hurt that much. He looked up, and saw himself surrounded by ghostly cats. "You have lost a life, Redstar." Said a warrior, Redstar recognized as Sunstar, who had given Redstar a life as a substitute for Bluefur. "I need to go back." Redstar said. "You are healing," Sunstar murmured. "My Clan is dying." Redstar cried, and felt like he had to run. "Your Clan is in danger, but the flames stop the battle," Sunstar said, quietly. "But maintain control over the fire." Redstar blinked, but felt blackness coming up, covering his eyes, and he surrendered to the darkness. He woke up, and saw the battle retreating. ThunderClan won. He saw Firetail, Darkstripe, Emberpaw, and Longtail all pushing back the enemy warriors, as one. Redstar got to his feet. . . . The camp was stained with blood. And there was nothing Spottedleaf could do. Mousefur and Smallear had died, suffering horrible injuries, and she did not know if Sandstorm would recover from her cuts and bites. She felt like crying in the corner of her den. But a voice sounded in her ear. "Control the flame. Heed our warning." Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/507842765
