"We need all cats ready to fight." Greenpelt growled, railing up all warriors. "Wait...why did you warn us Redstorm?" "W-well, I've always wanted to be apart of your clan a-and.." Redstorm paused, wanting to say more but can't. "Oook... anyways blackfur, bring the 'paws to the nursery, as they were just apprenticed and haven't had any fighting lessons yet. Dapple eye, get ready for the worst...we need all the herbs and remedy's you know." Greenpelt ordered. "I'm on it!" Dapple eye said, bolting away to his den. Just as all cats finished getting ready, a loud rustling sound came from the entrance to the camp. Just then, A horde of cats came pouring in....lead by a big tortoiseshell Tom.. Glasstar. Cat screeches and wails echoed through the once peaceful camp. The loudest Caterwaul of all made all cats stop for a moment. The shrill sound came from Goldpelt, he was standing in front of A severely injured cat, blueheart. Goldpelt's fur was standing on end, he snarled in rage and leaped down, landing perfectly on the back of a big calico she-cat. She shrieked and jumped, trying to slash at the bright yellow Tom on her back. But failed as she soon fell limp, unmoving. Louder yelps and yowls of fear came from bullclan, as all cats retreated. Glasstar growled, stomping off after his clan. "You'll soon pay for this bladeclan. I'll be back, and when I do, I'm not stopping 'till your whole pitiful clan will come to an end."...

Please comment and tell me how's it going! Maybe new ideas for the next chapter? I'm running out of ideas 😅