A/N this is a part that didn't make it into the last chapter :3 It's in Cloudstream's POV when she died.
*Black speech of Mordor (Tolkien-Lord of the Rings)

Cloudstream opened her jaws, scenting the air for EarthClan scent. She led Mousewing, Badgerclaw, and Briarpelt to the EarthClan camp to warn their clan about the rouges. They were near the border now, but were still in MistClan territory. She stilled and flicked her tail to signal her companions to be quiet. Her ear flicked up and swiveled. A strange scent drifted on the air. She narrowed her eyes and Mousewing let out a yowl a split second before black cats launched themselves at the patrol.

Cloudstream hissed as a rouge tackled her. She raked her claws over its ear, spilling blood. She kicked at its underbelly, sending it flying. The rouge landed with a 'thump' and she pounced on it biting savagely into its shoulder. The rouge shrieked and Cloudstream was knocked off by another rouge. She looked up into the yellow eyes of the rouge leader. The tom growled and she was frozen in her pawsteps. The white warrior struggled but her muscles refused to respond to her commands. She gasped as a bolt of pain shot through her.

*"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul."

She cried out in pain at the words. She gasped for air and immense pressure pushed down on her lungs. The words reverberated through the air and bounced around in her head. The words grated on her ears and pressed in from every direction. She could see the rest of her patrol struggling the way she was around her. Always, the yellow eyes staring into her, yellow eyes filled with malice and anger. She saw Briarpelt's brown fur start to darken at her paws and tail, turning black and rough. Her head throbbed and her whole body tensed. Every instinct screaming to run, yet her body refusing to obey.

"Ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum - ishi krimpatul."

She gasped as pain shot through her. Darkness engulfed her, and she began to grow numb. She lost feeling in her paws and tail. The evil yellow eyes smiled at her in triumph. Her anger flared and she fought in a battle of wills. Pain shot back into her paws and her hearing sharpened again. The Rouge growled and snarled menacingly at her. The suffocating blackness threatened to overwhelm her once agin. Her Heat beat once. Twice. She struggled for air, determined not to let this mouse-dung rouge claim her as a puppet warrior. Her heart beat once. Twice. The pounding in her head was incredible, and again she lost feeling in her legs and tail. She struggled, sweat pouring off of her. She managed to snarl defiantly. Her heart beat once. How easy would it be to give in? Twice. She winced as pain jolted through her whole body. It felt as if fire was racing through her veins, inflaming her body and mind. She stared defiantly into the yellow eyes. Her heart beat once.

Relief flooded through her, pain gone. She was rising up, into the clouds. She looked down upon the scene. She gasped when she saw her body lying limp in the dirt, with black cats surrounding it. She looked up at the sound of pawsteps. "Cedartail!" She exclaimed lightly, rushing to her old mentor and friend. "But..." She said, trailing off sadly. "Am I in StarClan now?" He smiled and nodded to her. Cloudstream looked down as the black cats dispersed. Soon after she saw and EarthClan patrol find her body. Two of them took her and carried her back to MistClan's camp. "But Flamewind...Cypresspaw."

"They will manage without you." Cedartail said, comforting his old apprentice. "And you will never leave them, you know." The white warrior nodded.

"Be safe, brother." She whispered to Flamewind. "And burn them out of our forest forever." She growled, lashing her tail. "I know you can."