Velenka's eyes widened, "Enoll?! I thought you were dead!"
"Me too!" Enoll nudged the mouse to her, "You need it more." Velenka took it, and thought for a bit, "Would you like to travel with Kiko, Kika, and I?" Enoll looked at her, thinking for a bit, "Really?" Velenka nodded. Enoll joined her, "Then, my lady, I will protect you three with my life." Velenka took the mouse and squirrel and headed back.
Kiko and Kika looked at Enoll with wide eyes. The kit's didn't know him very well, but they were friends with him. They shrieked, "ENOLL!" They barreled towards him, tackling him and playing with the warrior. She mewed, "He will travel with us now." Kiko and Kika seemed happier than ever. Then Velenka mewed, "We are going to have to rebuild Deir." Kiko looked at her,
"How?"
Enoll answered, "We will recruit cats who have no clan or cats who lived in Deir."
Kiko mewed an OK. She gave them their food, and the kits ate. Enoll sat beside Velenka, "Are you sure we can rebuild Deir? Any cats are either dead or slave to Mau." Velenka sighed, "I know Enoll. But, before we got defeated I saw some cats retreat into the forest. They could still be there. The Deir camp is best place to start rebuilding." The kits finished their meals, and Velenka and Enoll approached, eating what was left. She then stood up, burying the remains. She leapt onto a tree stump, "Deir, we are heading back to camp! We are going to rebuild the camp and rebuild the clan!" The three cats cheered, and the four ran to Deir Clan Camp. Home.
Sitka wrestled with a large maine coon. He suspected it was an elite who Mau had sent in to destroy him or break him. The huge cat pinned him, clawing his face and ears until all Sitka could see was blood. Red. Nothing but red. He felt burning bain in his leg. But yet it wasn't fire. He couldn't move his leg, yet it was still attatched. The blood in his eyes cleared up. He looked at his two front legs which hurt so much. They were bleeding, and numb. He realized the horrible truth. His legs were broken.
Likor was running through the desert. Soldiers were chasing him. Likor ran harder. But it seemed he was getting nowhere. Likor summoned a huge wall of sand, placing it between him and his enemies. He heard angry yowls as they battered the hard sand. Likor ran as hard as his legs allowed. He summoned a stronger wall that they would have to pass through as well. He heard the first wall collapse, and the soldiers rammed through the second wall. Likor fell. They soldiers yowled. Likor shot up. It was just a dream. He sighed, and licked his muzzle.