~ Razorclaw ~
Razorclaw nodded. "Some day, I'll be stronger than you!" He purred, tackling his father to the ground again. Scar chuckled. "Yes, someday you might." He meowed. A young grey tom burst into the rouge camp. Scar sat up and padded over to the tom. "What is it?" He asked. "O-Oakclan is a-attacking!" The tom stammered. "We'll fight back. Dusk, Claw, Crow, Sabor, Night, and Slash, come with me." Scar ordered. The cats raced out of the camp. Razorclaw could hear the yowls of cats fighting to the death. He padded up to his sister, Feather. "Come on! Lets go fight!" He muttered to her. Feather sighed. "Okay, but I'm blaming you if we get caught." The two kits ran out of the camp. Fur and blood was on the grass. Razorclaw could see one of his father's friends, Slash. Slash was dead on the ground, killed by a death blow to the neck. He could see less and less rouges fighting. "We're losing! Come on, lets fight!" Razorclaw ran up to another cat, perhaps an apprentice. He tackled the cat to the ground. "Get off me, snake-heart!" The cat snarled, and kicked Razorclaw off with his back legs. Feather clawed the cats side. "Ow! Go away, Fox-Breath!" The tom hissed, knocking Feather to the ground with his paw. Razorclaw growled at the cat. "No cat messes with my sister!" He snarled, and clawed the apprentices neck. The apprentice fell to the ground, blood dripping out of a cut on his neck. "T-That was a death blow!" The cat gagged. Feather got up and stood next to Razorclaw. Razorclaw sat down and licked his claws. "Yes, I know." Just then, Razorclaw heard another cat. "Retreat, Oakclan! Those pesky rouges got what they came for!" A cat yowled in the distance. All of the Oakclan cats fled into their territory. Out in the distance, Razorclaw could see a cat he had known since he was born dead on the ground. "Father!" He wailed, racing towards his dead father. Razorclaw buried his head into his father's blood-stained fur. "Razor, you came back for me," Scar hacked. "I'll miss you, my son." His breathing slowed. "No! Father, don't die!" Razorclaw cried. Scar took in his last breath of air, then breathed out. He was still. "No!" Razorclaw wailed.
He woke up in his nest, in Pineclan territory. So it was just a dream... He thought. Razorclaw stood up and padded out of his den.