Warriors Birth of a New Clan book 1

Chapter 8

~Dedicated to zanelover25 for getting this book going again!~

Brownstar

Brownstar watched as his Clan frantically escape from their dens. This shouldn't be happening! Dens are meant to help us not...

A scream of terror broke his thoughts, "Help!" Brownstar's blood ran cold.

He looked to the source of the call. Littlefeather was limp under a collapsed den wile others ran, more like swam, over to help. Brownstar sped to his medicine cat, quickly giving orders to the nearby warriors to help him pull the twigs and branches away. They worked fast to clear everything on top of the limp body and dragged her out. Brownstar felt sick. The small white she-cat laid on her side, her tortoiseshell fur, bright against the snow. Littlefeather was deathly still.

"Is she dead?" Ambercherry asked, her fear scent mingled with the other scents of fear.

Brownstar dipped his head by Littlefeather's face and heard a small breath being sucked into her lungs, "She is alive. But barely..."

Brownstar regained his composure. He looked at his deputy. The brown and black tabby tom was waiting for orders by Littlefeather's limp body, "Hawkflight. Take Poppyfur and Winterfrost to Windclan. Littlefeather needs a medicine cat. And fast!"

Hawkflight nodded and raced to the camp entrance with two warriors trailing behind him. They 'swam' through the snow and out of the camp. Brownstar's sigh cut though the shocked silence of ThunderClan.

"Everyone!" He called, "We need to evacuate!" He turned to a large brown tom. His scar that trailed over his left eye was stark against his dark fur. "Stripescar, take another warrior and get Littlefeather out of here."

Icewish padded up to her father, "What can I do!" 

Brownstar looked down at his daughter, "Help the queens evacuate the kits. Don't hurt your shoulder any more though," She gave a curt nod and padded to the nursery. Brownster looked on with love filling his chest. He knew she would make a great leader one day.

"Foxflower!" He saw her turn to her leader, eager for orders, "Get the elders out of here!"

"Will do, Brownstar!" She called and got to work. 

Brownstar flicked his tail and called, "Everyone! Follow me!" 

"Where are we going, Brownstar?" A small white apprentice asked when Brownstar reached the camp entrance. 

Brownstar sighed, "Where the snow hasn't reached, Quietpaw."

The apprentice flicked her tail, "Are you sure there is a place where the snow isn't?"

"Yes. I'm sure" Brownstar said and gave Quietpaw a reassuring nudge. The apprentice smiled and scampered off. I hope so. 

(Hey guys! Sorry about the very long delay! I kinda forgot about this but I'm going to try to enter a chapter every week! Thanks for reading!)