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Wolf smiled, "Will I? He's already dead, you can leave now and avoid dying alongside him, or meet the wrath of our claws."

Weed spinned around, fueled with rage he leapt on top of the apprentice, raking his claws down her stomach. "Don't hiss at me, youngling."

Ashfall used a spurt of strength and bucked Night off. "Let's settle this, one on one," he said, getting into a battle stance.

Night purred, "A real challenge." She didn't wait to jump back at Ashfall, claws extended. Ashfall dodged to the right, causing her to fall to the floor in a heap. Ashfall steadied himself as she rose again. Ashfall jumped up on his back legs, and came back down onto Night, pinning her down. Night kicked at Ashfall's underbelly, causing him to start bleeding. As he recoiled, she come around behind him, gabbed the scruff of his neck, and shook. Ashfall became disoriented, and fell limp, trying to distract Night. She let him go, and before he could get back up, she brought her jaws down on his neck. Night purred and began to clean her claws. Ashfall felt himself get weaker, I guess this is how it ends.

Goldshine barged through the wall and screamed as she saw Ashfall's broken body on the floor.

Brackenclaw circled around the rogue until he blocked off the rogue's path to Flamestar. "Leafwhisker, check on Flamestar!" He yowled. "Firepool and I should be able to hold these foxhearts off!"

Leafwhisker padded over to Flamestar's body. The leader was laying limply on the ground. StarClan, let Flamestar be alright, she silently hoped, before turning her head towards the sky.

Poppymist gasped as she heard Weed say that Flamestar died. Driven by rage, she ran towards the tom at full speed, butting her head against his flank with enough force to get him away from Pebblepaw. "Are you okay?", she asked the apprentice breathlessly, watching the blood well up on her flank. Poppymist felt helpless in this moment; they were growing weaker.

Night smiled maliciously, "I've done all of the damage I needed, your leader's probably dead by now, and I've sent my message right, I'll be going now, hope to see you soon." As she slowly sashayed out of camp, she waved her tail for her rogues to follow.

Weed fell down, he wasn't sure if he could keep going. He felt his body getting colder and colder, before he didn't feel anything at all.

"Fine, let's leave, boys," Wolf grunted, trotting off into the forest.

Ashfall coughed, "Rainheart, where's Flamestar? Is he okay?"

Blood heard Night's call for retreat, and tried to stand up. He immediately felt a fierce pain go up his whole body and fell back into the hole. "Night!" he called. "I'm here." Night looked at him, straight in the eye and paused for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to take him out, and kept walking away.

"We don't know what happened to Flamestar." Rainheart meowed quietly. Firepool and Brackenclaw aren't back yet. Don't speak, though. Conserve your strength." Raising his voice, he yowled, "We need help over here! Ashfall is seriously hurt!"

Eagepaw nodded, "I can carry Pebblepaw into the medicine den. Jadepaw, you help Ashfall, he looks really badly hurt." He snuck a glance at Ashfal's crumpled form and shivered, "I hope he makes it."

Blood felt weary, Maybe this is how it ends. Maybe I was meant to die right here.

"I think," Leafwhisker meowed, looking at Flamestar's body. Though she wasn't the strongest cat in the clan, she figured that she could carry Flamestar back to camp. The she-cat padded over to Flamestar's body.

(Ignis🔥 Eaglepaw might work for that.)
Ashfall could barely tell he was being lifted as he was carried to the medicine den.

Blood tried to stay as quiet as possible in his hole, but as he readjusted his body, his broken leg hit a rock, and he let out a loud yowl of pain.

Goldshine looked over to the tortoisshell tom in surprise. "Rainheart, one of the rogues is still left in our traps," she said, baccking away from Blood.

Eaglepaw drooped down Pebblepaw by Cloverleaf, feeling a little light headed from the battle stress. "She fainted after the rogues left, and she's not looking too well. I think Poppymist and Blazepelt have a few scratches too, but not too bad, I bet I could help with that," he informed Cloverleaf.

Cloverleaf blinked thoughtfully as she gazed at Pebblepaw. "She only needs rest and a few herbs, now as for Ashfall," she turned her eyes to the deputy, "he's hurt badly..."

(They've all gone back to their camp except for Blood who's sort of bleeding in a hole right now.)
Eaglepaw padded up to Blazepelt. "Do you need some cobwebs or anything? I'm helping out with the minor injuries while Cloverleaf deals with..." Eaglepaw trailed off as he glanced at the medicine den. "I also have Marigold for infection."

Goldshine looked over to her son in pride. "I think as long as we raise our kits like we raised him they'll be alright," she said to Rainheart.

Cloverleaf sniffed Ashfall, checking his wounds. The medicine cat sighed and began to work. This wasn't going to be simple...

Dawnpaw turned to see that there was indeed a rogue still in camp. Her short fur bristled a she gazed at the skinny tortoiseshell. Rage bubbled furiously in her stomach, "I say to make an example of him!"

"No, Dawnpaw, we 're just as bad as them if we start killing cats for no reason, especially ones to weak to move," Eaglepaw reasoned. He inched closer to the hurt tom, "If you don't bite us or anything, we can help you."

Blood growled, "I doubt I have any option."