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There's so much in the world, she knows that. She was just unsure of what she should do. She has gained so little... yet she gained so much.

She has wonderful kits, who are now warriors, but... she felt like she was missing something, but what?

The black-flecked she-cat sat down on one of the rotten chairs, letting the cold breeze blow against her fur. She looked so much like Crow, but were they really siblings? There was no way to tell.

Sure... he smelt familiar, but... that doesn't mean a d**n thing. Does it? No. He looked familiar, then again... all she had to do was look in a mirrior. She was so confused. Even if they were siblings... was she pure ShadowClan? Or was she a kittypet or loner?

She closed her eyes softly, trying to remember. It was all fuzzy. All she could remember at that moment was milk, sweet sweet milk, and a warm place. She didn't know what though. Was it the nursery? Or was it a Kittypet home?

She opened her eyes slowly, but soon had to shut them again because of the breeze. RunningPath felt like she should expect nothing anymore. I mean. What else was there?

Her mate was killed from the paws of Leo. Ah, how much she wanted to kill her. RunningPath was surprised that since of being held down to the ground so much, that none of her kits were... well, hurt. Or something of the sort.

RunningPath slowly opened her eyes again, this time not having to shut them. She tried to listen to the breeze... but she could hear almost nothing.

Chatter Chit Chit Chatter. Skitter. Crash!

Her ears perked straight up to the noise of skittering, chittering, and a big crash. What was that?

She decided to keep quiet, and try to claw her way into the rotten chair. Yet, she remained to keep still. She was curious as to what made the noise. Was it another warrior, two-leg, or was it...

No. It couldn't be. It couldn't be rats... They were gone from the cold, weren't they?

Skitter, chitter, chit chit, chatter... squeak squeak.

No...

RunningPath decided to claw her way to the top of the chair, hopefully it would give her a good view of the whole area.

Her green eyes scanned the area around her, only to see large brown blurs skitter across the ground...

StarClan... help me...

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Light gray clouds covered the sky, blocking the sun's rays of light. It was cold out again-not a good day for hunting-but Whitewind decided that an extra bit of prey couldn't hurt.

Then, the white she-cat spotted Runningpath sitting alone by the carrion mound. What's she doing there? And why is she alone...?

"Runningpath!" She called, racing toward the black flecked she-cat. "Hello!"

A sound, so familiar yet she couldn't place her paws on it, hit her ear.

Oh no...

Whitewind turned to see brown figures running every which way. This wasn't good...

"Rats!"

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RunningPath suddenly looked over to see WhiteWind rushing over. She couldn't help but thank StarClan for that. At least, they granted her that. It was nice.

Her tail lashed back and forth, and she looked at WhiteWind once more, a look as if telling her to be silent. Maybe the rats would go away if she was quiet. Just maybe.

Two cats can't take on all of them! There's probably 10 to a hundred of them!

Of course, she was exaggerating. She didn't really know, but there was at least ten. That she did know for sure. There wouldn't be a hundred, not at this time of the year. Right?

RunningPath didn't know for sure, but she made sure she kept her claws dug into the moldy chair, which slowly started to rip with her weight. It made a loud noise, which soon drew a rather large rat towards the two. This rat was different than the rest-- it was larger, and a different color. It wasn't brown. It was solid back, with large black beady eyes. It had to be the leader rat.

It slowly waddled up, and soon stopped in front of them both. It lauched up on it's back legs, and stared at them with large, hungry eyes. This rat was large, it was almost as big as her. The thing is, the brown rats seemed to line up behind the larger one. ((As in, 5 across and 5 down, except change the 5 with 3))

"W-Whitewind...?" she slowly murmured, soon falling off of the moldy chair. She landed down at the bottom of it, where the leg-rest would be. Right when that happened, the black rat attacked her, yet the brown rats stayed still, watching.

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Whitewind's dark blue eyes widened as the rat launched itself at Runningpath. "Runningpath!" she screamed in horror. It was huge-bigger then any rat she'd ever seen. One bite from it could be deadly...

Without thinking, she charged forward and, picking up the black creature in her jaws, made an attempt to fling it into the air. It weighed to much, unfortunatly, but she managed to throw it off of her clanmate.

"Are you okay?" the white she-cat asked quietly, shooting death glares at the rats who hadn't moved a muscle. "Can you run? We might be able to escape from them."

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RunningPath felt the weight lift off of her body, but the rat's claws and teeth still slid across her flank. She slowly got on all fours, blood oozing off of her flank and a bit on her shoulder.

RunningPath spat in disgust, and looked at all the rats. She was eying them rather angrily.

Her green eyes caught a black blur quickly dashing towards her, with angry beady eyes. She just stood there, a slight sway while she stood.

She kept staring until it came close enough... then she leapt in the air. The rat fell face-first into the ground beneath her, which gave her an oppurtunity to claw into the rat's flesh with her claws (when she landed, of course. Btw, she did do this.).

RunningPath just stood there, claws digging in deep in the rat's flesh. The rat kept wriggling though, I mean, that wouldn't kill a thing that huge!

RunningPath was soon thrown off of it since of the wriggling, making her land on a ripped up mattress, which was ripped up so bad that the springs were obviously seen. And when she landed, she let out a yelp.

Then, the first row of rats attacked. It looked as if they were organized. Unlike anything else.

The thing is, the rats seemed to go after her. But why? Maybe it was because she was obviously the weakest of the two. Obviously. She was much, much older than WhiteWind...

That could be the reason why...

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((Btw. If she dies. Don't freak. I'm not sure if she will or not, I'm still trying to decide......))

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Crow was walking around the territory rather bored. Nothing was going on and she couldn't believe how lonely he was feeling. Even though he was surrounded by clan cats the feeling knawed at him. He'd never felt it before. Wait...that was a lie! He didn't know why it was, he had no proof, no knowledge, but perhaps the edge of a memory waiting to be released from his heart?

He turned his gaze to the side and noticed Runningpath and a she-cat named Whitewind. They had a weird expression on their faces. Crow cocked his head and then saw Runninpath fall. Immediately, he freaked out and ran towards the pair only to hear the noise of rats. Runningpath was fighting rats! Crow launched himself at the rats jumping towards the only iffy friend he had in Shadowclan.

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Whitewinds face twisted into a look of utter hatred. Runningpath seemed almost fragile. How could they attack an opponent that's already weakened? It was against the code!

But, grimly, she remembered. These rats weren't bound by any code. They did as they pleased without any rules to keep them in line. Even so, these black creatures seemed... different. They moved in sinc, never missing a single step. Something was definatly not right here.

"Oh no you don't!" the white warrior growled before leaping at the closest rat. Agrily, she sunk her claws deep into it's flesh. As it tried to swipe at her mussel, she managed to throw it back. As it hit the ground, it got to it's feet and began to sway back in forth in a daze.

Content, she leapt toward another, only to feel teeth sink into her tail. Then, claws scraped her shoulder. Rats began to scramble over her and she let out a wail as they bit into her flesh and dug into her fur with their teeth.

The she-cat managed to shake off a few, but it was no use. for every rat she would throw off, three more would take it's place. Her legs fell out beneath her and she felt herself sinking into a sea of advancing rats.

Then, black fur caught her eyes and the scent of rouge hit her nostrals. "Great Starclan, as if this isn't bad enough!" she screeched. But then, she saw him leap at one of the rats.

He's helping us... she thought. A sudden burst of energy spread throughout her body. She couldn't let herself be beat. She had to get Runningpath and herself out of this mess! Her blow powered by rage, she sunk her teeth into the scruff of a rat and tossed it aside like fresh-kill. Vigorously, she shook her whole body, causing a few rats to fall from her pelt like fur in new-leaf.

Please, Starclan, give me the strength to win this battle!