Wolves! At the gate! [OPEN]

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    Dawncloud returned to camp from a patrol to find that a many snowclan warriors had gone off to fight the wolves. Wolves again! he thought i'll slay every last wolf if they brought any harm to my clan... and he charged off to the battle with a fierce battle cry.

    Dewwhisker charged at him. "No, you die! And go to the place you belong! The Dark Forest!" She aimed her teeth for his neck. OOC: Can one of you go get Graystar and a medicine cat.

    Clawpelt roared before he died. He nearly killed Peachpelt, she was bleeding harder than ever. Clawpelt accepted the attack, but before he died, he aimed his dagger claws towards Dewwhiskers face

    The claws dug in to the old warriors face. It hurt so bad, but she managed to hold in a yowl of pain. Since her injury was minor compared to the kits and Peachpelt's injuries, she first took Peachpelt, the most gravely injured, to the medicine den. Then, she took both kits at the same time. OOC: I'll get them myself, nevermind.

    "I don't know." Dewwhisker admitted. The she-cat turned to Dewpaw. "Dashingkit pulled a mean prank on an apprentice and then your father went insane and tried to kill us all. I had to kill him." She told him.

    (Wait, wasn't Dashingkit injured?) Dewwhisker sighed. "There was no other way. I wasn't going to get killed along with your mother, sister, and Dashpup!" She told Dewpaw. "I had to protect them!"

    (Guys I finally made a thread so a leader/deputy and a med cat knows to come here)

    Dashpup's spirit went out of her injured body and whimpered "Is his the end?" she was all blue with a claer starry pelt. She grew wings and started to go towards Starclan. "Please Starclan, don't make me be dead!" she thought as she touched the snow one last time.

    Then, suddenly a big white tom came down, whitstorm. "Its your time to go." he mewowed, putting his paw on her shoulder. "B-but i don't wanna be dead!" Dashpup barked in agony, crying. she went next to her dead body and stayed there. she stayed for a long time and layed down.

    Dewwhisker started crying as she saw Dashpup go motionless. "Dammit, where are the freaking medicine cats?!" She hissed. She nosed the puppy. Dashpup was dead. "No, no, no, no!" The warrior cried. For the short time she'd known the pup, she'd been like a daughter to Dewwhisker. Now the old cat felt alone in a cruel world.