Squirrelflight's Death (Alternate)

Sandstorm's POV

I slashed at my WindClan opponent fiercely. How dare they invade our territory like this! My anger bubbled up in me and I clawed at his face again until he fled.

Looking around, I noticed that my daughter Squirrelflight was having a hard time defeating the cat she was fighting. The big tom had pinned her down. Rushing over to help, I forced the cat backwards. Squirrelflight jumped up, and then we took turns clawing the enemy until he begged for mercy. Satisfaction rose from my chest.

We attacked another warrior together. She was a clever fighter and used many moves I was impressed with. When we failed to scratch her yet again, I muttered to Squirrelflight, "You go for her side to distract her and I'll drive her out."

Squirrelflight nodded and leaped onto the warrior's side, her claws unsheathed. The WindClan warrior, caught off guard, kicked instinctively and her strong leg flung my daughter backwards. I ran at her immediately with rage for pushing my daughter. Squirrelflight got back onto her paws and helped me, so it wasn't long before the she-cat ran away.

I breathed a sigh of relief that Squirrelflight was fine before battling again.

Suddenly, many warriors pounced on me at once. After getting them off, I looked around anxiously. My strength was running out. We were outnumbered. My Clanmates were fighting well, but there were too many warriors.

But why was it getting dark? The tom I was fighting suddenly gasped and ran. I glanced at the sky and gasped myself. StarClan had killed the sun.

Squirrelflight's POV

The sun was coming back. That was a relief. Dustpelt ordered our patrol to go back. I walked beside my apprentice, Foxpaw.

My belly hurt. I knew why.

Brambleclaw's POV

My scratches stinging. But they were worth clawing the pelts off those WindClan cats that attacked us.

Back at camp, Leafpool and Jaypaw were doing a good job of helping the injured warriors. I joined one of the groups they split us in, and soon Jaypaw came to me with herbs. I lay down and let my son clean my wounds. He was applying ointment when suddenly he jumped away.

Surprise lit my eyes and I let my gaze follow him to... Squirrelflight. Laying on her side. Bleeding. I run to my mate.