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to make her way up the slope. The large black kit was wailing, obviously afraid of what was going on.
"Watch out!" Sleetstar cried as Smallcloud slipped on the wet stone, causing her to slip. She was dangling on the edge, Molekit still hanging firmly in her jaws. The leader's green eyes were clouded with horror and panic as he watched his mate try to drag herself up back onto the ledge.
Thunder roared overhead, deafening Sleetstar's ears. He felt as if he was being plunged into a neverending nightmare, where even if he woke up he couldn't escape. Smallcloud was loosing her grip on the ledge, and Sleetstar feared that she would fall. She was too young to join StarClan, Molekit was even younger.
Suddenly, the grey and white tom heard a terrified shriek. He glanced up at the ledge and realised that Smallcloud was tumbling down from the ledge, towards the water.
"Smallcloud!" He yowled, jumping across to a patch of dry ground. Water was everywhere, only leaving a few scarce patches of dry ground. Smallcloud and Molekit were heading towards one of the worse places where the flood had affected the ForestClan camp.
"Sleetstar, it is too late." The leader spun round and saw his younger brother Bushfur. He was the sole medicine cat of ForestClan, but had his hopes that Sweetkit would become his apprentice. His own mentor, Silvernose, had died two moons ago when ReedClan attacked.
Smallcloud's body smacked down hard on a rock before sliding into the water, while Molekit fell out of his mother's jaws when she hit the rock.
"No!" Sleetstar cried, rushing over franticly and diving into the water. Smallcloud was a strong cat, surely she could survive a fall like that?
He eventually found Smallcloud's body at the bottom. Sleetstar grabbed her scuff and started swimming back up to surface. When he found a dry patch of ground, he gently laid his mate there while he gasped for breath, coughing and spluttering.
"Mouse-brain!" Bushfur snapped. "No cat survives a fall that high! She is most likely to be gone now, Sleetstar! Open your eyes and use your common sense!"
"S-She wouldn't l-leave me down there." Sleetstar spluttered. "It's called love, Bushfur. You're deeply commited to keeping the Clan save because you love your rank, don't you? It's the same with Smallcloud and I. She would die to save me, and I would do anything for her."
"I understand." Bushfur meowed calmly, touching the tom's shoulder with his tail tip. "But you don't need to nearly drown yourself to rescue a dead cat. The clan needs you alive at this time."
Sleetstar turned away when he heard a weak groan. He realised that Smallcloud was still alive, but she had blood trickling out of several wounds on her body.
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Text: Warrior Cats belongs to Erin Hunter, the rest belongs to me. Do not copy or edit without permission from the author.
Images: I created the cover, but the photo is not mine.
Publication Date: 10-29-2012

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