(Wolfstrike's POV)

Things weren't exactly pleasant in the RiverClan camp either. The warriors were struggling to push back the wave of Dark Forest rogues.

Wolfstrike landed another swipe at a Dark Forest rogue before stepping back. They were getting too close to the nursery by the moment.

Suddenly, a Dark Forest she-cat pinned him down. She snarled as Wolfstrike tried to fight back.

His heartbeat stopped for a moment when the she-cat's claws nearly connected with his throat. I need to focus!

Wolfstrike felt a stinging pain on his neck. The Dark Forest rogue had struck his neck, close to his throat, but not enough to kill them.

Despite that, he felt very dizzy. At any moment, the Dark Forest rogue could strike again and he wouldn't have the strength to protect himself from it.

Panicking, Wolfstrike swiped at the air frantically, his claws meeting nothing but air. I can't die like this!

"This is your end," the rogue hissed, and he could faintly see her paw raising up and her claws unsheathing.

He screeched in pain when her blow met his pelt. Blood was oozing out of his wounds, and he knew that he would die of blood loss if he doesn't get his wounds treated soon.

The Dark Forest rogue had left, seemingly satisfied.

I won't die, Wolfstrike yowled in his head as he dragged himself closer to the medicine cat den.

His paws ached and his vision was becoming clouded. I guess... this is my end after all.

"Stay strong, Wolfstrike, everything's going be okay. Just stay with me," the gray tabby tom could hear a not very familiar voice, but it sounded like a she-cat.

He felt cobwebs being put on his wounds, not as skilled as a medicine cat, but it was enough to keep any more blood from flowing.

"Who... are you?" Wolfstrike asked.

"I'm Lilyflower, from ThunderClan," she replied swiftly.

"Are you here to help us?" he mewed.

Silence met his words. "Actually, ThunderClan need help. We were being overrun by many Dark Forest cats."

"RiverClan isn't doing so well too," Wolfstrike mewed hopelessly. "It's only a matter of time one of my Clanmates would fall in this battle."

"Don't give up hope," Lilyflower meowed steadily. "We just need to move the battle to a spot so that all Clans could help each other out."

"Fourtrees!" the RiverClan warrior gasped. "We must drive the Dark Forest rogues there!"

"I will tell the other Clans of this plan," Lilyflower mewed swiftly. "You go and tell Breezestar about this."

"Okay," Wolfstrike agreed.

As Lilyflower sped out of the RiverClan camp, Wolfstrike stood back up, wincing a little from the pain from his aching paw.

More determined than ever, the gray tabby tom threw himself into the crowd of fighting warriors, focused on his quest to find Breezestar.

Wolfstrike ducked to avoid a blow from a Dark Forest cat who was fighting Toadleg. The white tom didn't seem like he needed any help, so Wolfstrike continued to move forward.

Finally, he managed to catch a glimpse of his leader, who was fighting along side Mistpool. Both of them looked tired out but they still fought on.

"Breezestar!" Wolfstrike's yowl was drowned by the angry screeches of battle.

He tried again. "Breezestar!"

The blue tabby tom heard his yowl. He landed another blow on the Dark Forest cat he was fighting before turning to him.

"What is it, Wolfstrike?" Breezestar demanded. "There is a battle going on here!"

"We need to push the Dark Forest rogues to Fourtrees!" Wolfstrike yowled. "If the other Clans would do the same, we can help one another better!"

"Good thinking, Wolfstrike," Breezestar mewed. He raised his voice. "RiverClan, push them towards Fourtrees!"

The Clan began attempting to drive the invaders towards the Gathering place.

Wolfstrike swiped at every Dark Forest cat he could see. Summoning his last ounce of strength, he slashed a Dark Forest tom's muzzle and leaped onto a slightly bigger cat's shoulders, his claws not letting go.

Many thorn sharp claws pierced his pelt, but Wolfstrike still fought on. A Dark Forest rogue reopened his wounds from his previous battle with that she-cat and made it deeper.

Wolfstrike bit back a screech of pain and shoved his attacker away. Another one replaced the Dark Forest cat and leaped onto him, crushing Wolfstrike using his weight.

Wolfstrike felt the air being squeezed out of him as the Dark Forest tom attacked him with fast, painful swipes.

Luckily, the weight holding Wolfstrike down vanished. Toadleg had pushed his attacker off him.

"Run!" the older warrior hissed.

Wolfstrike nodded and ran off. He froze when he heard Toadleg's screech.

Wolfstrike turned back and was horrified to see his Clanmate being attacked by several Dark Forest rogues.

Toadleg was holding up well, until one of them went for his hindleg. He collapsed and became buried under his many attackers.

It was too late for Wolfstrike to save him. The Dark Forest tom who attacked him previously smirked at him.

You are next, Wolfstrike could practically hear him say.

Anger bubbled in his chest and Wolfstrike sprung towards the Dark Forest cat, more determined than ever to fight.