A wiry RiverClan tom had pinned the brown warrior flat on her belly. The desperate scream of a ThunderClan she-cat rose above the clamor. “You may swim like otters, but you and your warriors do not belong in this forest!” He drew back his lips and showed his teeth as the cat struggled beneath him. The drenched RiverClan warriors bounded silently up the shore and hurled themselves into battle without even stopping to shake the water from their fur. Tigerclaw turned to see sleek wet bodies sliding out of the water below the rocks. “Look out! More RiverClan warriors are coming!” “After tonight, Tigerclaw, this will be just another RiverClan hunting ground!” the bracken-colored tom spat back.Ī warning yowl came from the shore, shrill and anxious. “How dare you hunt in our territory? The Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan!” And then, as if on a silent signal, the creatures leaped at each other, and suddenly the rocks were alive with wrestling, screeching cats.Īt the center of the frenzy of fur and claws, a massive dark tabby pinned a bracken-colored tom to the ground and drew up his head triumphantly. Unsheathed claws glinted in the moonlight. There was a stirring in the shadows, and from all around lithe dark shapes crept stealthily over the rocks. The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond. A half-moon glowed on smooth granite boulders, turning them silver.
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