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The world had been silent. Peaceful, just a few moments before. Kits had been playing near the entrance of the nursery, warriors had been sharing tongues by the fresh-kill pile. All had been well. The threat of HighClan loomed over the Clan, it was true, but despite that the day had been calm, beautiful.
Then the battle cries.
Yowls tore through the air, shattering the once-peaceful air around the NightClan camp. Immediately all had fallen into chaos - screaming yowls, howling, hissing, and terror shining in a young apprentice's eyes.
Splashpaw, her fur puffed into unrecognizable spikes around her scruff, her eyes wide with unmistakeable terror, shot out of the entrance of the medicine den, her curled ears flattened against her head. Never before had she experienced such a terrifying scene. Fur was flying, cats were on top of eachother, hurling threats, insults, the flash of claws.
But the medicine apprentice had one t