Warriors:Destiny's Call - The Lost Clan

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Rosepaw lashed out at the Thunderclan warrior attacking her, tiny red paws swiping at his brown fur. He bit into her scruff, throwing her out into the open, outside the entrance. He hissed, rearing up with bared teeth and unsheathed claws. Suddenly, a flash of black-and-white fur knocked the tom off of his paws, and the apprentice noticed her mentor, Hawkclaw, pinning the powerful tom to the ground. She scrabbled to her paws and rushed to her mentor's aid, swiping at the toms ears and nose. She looked over to her clanmates. Some of them were laying in pools of blood, clearly dead. Others were cowering in fear against the Thunderclan warriors, wailing out. She felt a tug at her scruff, and whipped around to see the brown tom trying to pick her up. "Get off me, you mangy brute!" She wailed, pulling away. "Do not resist, kit. Windclan is ours now." He snarled, flicking his furry tail. "N-no!" She hissed. She glanced over into the open moor, stepping back and turning tail, fleeing. She could hear the hisses and snarls of the tom and the thud of his paws, but she was a Windclan cat, and so, much faster. She picked up pace, and darted into the forest.