(Skullpool's POV)

    The handsome tortoiseshell tom walked through the camp. He held his long-haired tail high, knowing he was the greatest of all. The she-cats quickly scrambled towards him and swooned, sighing when they his beauty. "Oh, Skullpool, have my kits!" one begged as tears filled her eyes. He gently pushed aside some fur from his cheek with his paw, "I'm so sorry... I have to follow the warrior code."

   Tears streamed down her pale face and she looked up to the sky, hope fading away. Skullpool trotted into his den where he looked at his many herbs. A she-cat walked into the den, her belly heavy with kits. Her blue eyes twinkled at him, "Our kits are going to be due soon."

   Skullpool nodded and licked her head, "Why don't you get something to eat and feed our little ones?"

  Mosspelt nodded and waddled out of the den. Suddenly, there was loud yowling and hissing. Skullpool raced out of the den to see his clan under attack. Five warriors of ThunderClan surrounded Mosspelt and he jumped in to save her, "NO!!!! YOU CAN'T HURT MY MATE!!!!"

  The ThunderClan warriors glared, "Oh really? What are you going to do to stop us, huh?"

  "Kill you!" he hissed then slit all of their slits in one blow. They fell back, bleeding to death. He turned to Mosspelt, "Go! Save yourself!" 

  Mosspelt with fear in her eyes, replied, "No, I can't leave by yourself, you're only a medicine cat!"

  Skullpool sighed, "I know, but I'm the strongesy and I'm the smartest, trained by Mudfoor himslef!"

  Mosspelt nodded as tears fell down, "I love you, I will always love you... my love."

Skullpool smiled, "I know... And I'm just that amazing.... But go! now! before they-"

Three warriors suddenly leaped him, forcing him to the ground. He hissed and used his back legs to scratch at their beelies, blood soaked his beautiful grey tortoiseshell fur. The other two, mouths dropped and ran from him in fear. He stood up as the blood weighed him down. But strength and adrenaline still pumped in his veins. He looked around anf locked his eyes onto the ThunderClan deputy, Whitestom. Anger rushed through him and filled his belly. He pelted over and knocked the tom down to his side and ripped out his thorat.

Skullpool yowled as the THunderClan quickly made their ways away in fear. THEY WERE VICTORIOUS!