Plague is the Least of your Worries [BATTLE TOPIC]

As soon as Gingerheart fell, her stomach dropped. She was running on adrenaline, of course, but it didn't help too much when she was already badly injured and the ground was amazingly slick. She knew this was it. She just had a gut feeling. All she could see as she stared up at Reedstar was a cold, dead, soulless killer. It wasn't anything like she had remembered back in the day. But as she stared, she tried to get up before she was immediately stopped by the fact that at one point, she saw Reedstar, and then suddenly nothing. Everything went dark as pain shot through her like nothing she had ever felt before. Scratches, she could deal with; bites, it wasn't a huge problem... but this, this was worse than any of that combined as Reedstar's claws ripped her eyes to shreds. It was agonizing-- excruciating. The she-cat screamed from the searing pain that now surrounded her, clouding up any thought she might have had. Suddenly shaking, Gingerheart didn't even try to fight back before freezing at the sound of the Riverclan leader's voice so close to her face. So this is what it felt like, being so close to death. It was like she could already feel herself being taken from her own body. Her breathing slowed and her entire body relaxed as more pain flooded into her from the now deadly grip Reedstar's teeth had on her neck. But it didn't last long. Only for a heartbeat did she feel anything at all-- the sudden inability to breathe combined with the alien feeling of blood oozing from where her eyes used to be as well as blood almost freely flowing from her neck. And then it was gone. She remembered her last breath; she remembered her body practically giving up. She felt everything about her go limp, but then there was nothing.

Everything was suddenly numb as she tried to close what was left of her eyes before the nothingness was replaced by a new feeling. Blinking a few times, the old she-cat looked around to see the battle still ensuing around her, but she could see. There was no pain, no agony, no fear. She felt... comforted. Taking a deep breath, she looked around one more time before her eyes caught something strangely familiar. On the other side of the camp that was surprisingly clear of any cats or bloodshed stood Cedarfur and Mapleface who simply stood there, staring at Gingerheart as if they were waiting. So this is how it ended, Gingerheart thought as she closed her eyes again with a feeling of peace. Killed by Reedstar... Almost shrugging it off, the senior warrior stood up from where she was, unseen by the battle still taking place, before she walked towards her family. Here she was. She was with Starclan now.

Daisynose wasn't willing to give up still, scratching at Eaglethorn's eyes and muzzle, his shoulder, belly, leg - whatever he could wrestle and manage to get his claws unto. It wasn't long though until bright red had stained much of his snow, white pelt. His struggles became weaker and weaker with each passing heartbeat until he had finally let out his last breath, stiffening up and falling nimbly to the ground, his eyes still open. One could practically see the light fade away from them.

The dark gray tabby glanced around in exasperation, seeing nearly every ShadowClan cat around him being overwhelmed, or choosing to flee - even Nightstar took to fleeing. He shook his head, for once looking rather afraid. 'This can't be happening...' Was all he could think, a bit desperate in his denial. 'It can't -' Sagewhisker stopped, seeing a she-cat pin Cloudbillow down. With a sharp snarl, the tom tackled her, pushing the crow-food away and allowing the gray warrior to finally escape with the others. (becausecomeon.frostyneverevenpostedinthefirstplace.)
Sagewhisker felt a deadly chill go down his spine, hearing the familiar voice of Gingerheart screaming across the clearing. He moved at once to go and help her, not caring for the three others around him, but his legs were failing beneath up and it wasn't a heartbeat before he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head. His vision went black for a split-second as he crumbled to the ground, broken and defeated.

Mistflower stared down at Heavykit for a few moments, her eyes widened in surprised that he had done such a thing to the warrior. Perhaps it was because he was still technically a kit, he still seemed like a baby to her, but she shook her head clear of it quickly. "Alright, follow me, all of you - Squirrelpaw, make sure all the kits stay together. No matter what you hear outside, don't look, okay?" She meowed through the scruffs of the two kits she was carrying. The she-cat gave a quick nod to Nightstar, her eyes resting on Thrushstripe for just a moment before pushing out of the nursery. She glanced around for the all clear before leading the kits and one apprentice out of the hidden exit - away from all the chaos and out of the camp.

Squirrelpaw nodded to Mistflower and hurried the kits outside with his bushy tail, trying to block their view of the battle. "We'll get you to somewhere safe," he promised the kits, hoping no cats would be so undignified to attack them and the kits.

Telling himself that his mousebrained sister was probably alright, he refrained from looking about the camp... What was left of it, anyway. He kept Wolfkit behind Squirrelpaw's bushy tail as they hurried to get out of camp.

ooc; what now :u

Ooc: I didn't even
I understand that
But
What
Yeah I was sick and had a plan here but since I couldn't post and apparently some people got away with some crazy things, I'm just going to go with what I planned.
I'm not reading five pages so...I just won't post with my other cats and say they just did whatever the other guys were doing. I just need to throw Red and Wolf in here.

Ic: Wolfkit looked around wildly as he was herded away. Where were they going? Where was Snowfall and Redshade? He stopped, not wanting to leave without at least one of his parents. Glaring up at Squirrelpaw, he sat down stubbornly.
"You idiot."
The little tom kit whirled around to look up at his father, who was stumbling over, bleeding heavily from many wounds. "Don't just sit there." Redshade growled, scooping up Wolfkit in his jaws rather aggressively and following Squirrelpaw. He looked at the apprentice with a flaming green gaze to show he was serious. He had almost been killed in that battle when several cats suddenly jumped him. Stupid cowards, outnumbering me like that..! He growled to himself, the words in his head. He had managed to get away and look around to see what was going on, but not being able to fight anymore. Tired, he had lugged himself this way, coincidentally spotting his kits there with the apprentice.
"I'm coming with you." He growled to the apprentice, then looked away and followed with Wolfkit still in his jaws.
Confused and terrified of what had just happened and was still happening, Wolfkit shut his mouth and went limp in his father's jaws.

Because Ebs wants a conclusion

Dewstar's head whipped around. She surveyed the camp- walls trashed, nests destroyed and dead bodies littered the ground. She had hoped it wouldn't come to killing, but what had to be done just had to be done. The dark storm clouds that hung low in the sky finally rumbled and let loose their contents. Rain splattered on the ground and doused the warriors, soaking Dewstar's pelt and weighing her down. She observed the tails of the remaining ShadowClan cats fleeing and, at the site of the abandoned camp, let loose a blood-curdling yowl of triumph. "ShadowClan is defeated!" Her eyes narrowed to avoid water splashing into her eyes. Dewstar searched for the other two leaders and, upon meeting their gazes, gave a solemn nod to each. And so it is done. "Reedstar, Falconstar. ThunderClan will take the suspected murderer and deal with him how we see fit. Do not worry, he will be treated like a murderer if he is proven to be one."

Reedstar stepped away from the lifeless body and turned to Dewstar. His hackles raised as he heard the dim echo of thunder and felt the splatter of rain across his pelt. Rain had never been a good omen in his life. It signaled death... but hopefully, this time it was the death of the cats that had spilled RiverClan blood. "You see to that." he said with a flick of his tail. Maybe he would never find Hailwhisper's murderer, but perhaps Dewstar would. And if not... this day would be a grim reminder of what happened when you crossed RiverClan's path. "But Sagewhisker is mine." His claws sheathed. The kits were Froststar's last surviving blood since Morningfur's death, and only he knew their identities. They belonged in RiverClan, where there cats still knew honor. Reedstar could only pray that they took after their mother, and not after their adopted Clan. "There is an old feud to settle."