Warrior Cats: Billypaw's Code

Chapter 11

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WARNING: This telling has themes of violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, and blood. If you are sensitive to any of the above things please leave.

Billypaw dug her claws into the coyote's face, slicing into its fur. its long nose twisted in pain. It flung its head around, trying to dislodge the plump apprentice. Billypaw's back legs lost their grip slightly, the coyote's thick blood oozing out of its nose and making them loose traction.
Billypaw let out a yowl as searing pain went up her tail. The coyote had clamped down on it, digging into her flesh. Billypaw squealed in pain as it jerked her around.
"Let her go!" Whitepaw's voice sounded.
Billypaw heard Whitepaw's shrill meow but she couldn't smell her in the fray. The coyote suddenly twisted, letting go of Billypaw. Billypaw fell to the ground, her sides heaving. Billypaw heard Whitepaw close by, the coyote's attention was now on the white and orange apprentice.
Billypaw stumbled to her paws.
"Hey!" Billypaw barked, over here!"
The coyote turned, baring its teeth at the other apprentice. Billypaw watched in horror as it lunged at her, its jaws snapping at her throat. Whitepaw flinched back, just barely dodging its jaws.
Whitepaw's back legs slipped out from under her and she began to tip backwards. She sprawled out onto the ground. The coyote let out a sort of shrill laughter, as if it were mocking its prey.
It edged towards Whitepaw. the wind stopped. The leaves on the tree above the clearing halted their swaying. The insects stopped their chirps and the single frog that had been croaking from the nearby stream fell silent. The air around the coyote froze. A violent shiver ran through Billypaw's body, she suddenly felt sickly cold.
I would be even more useless If I can't help Whitepaw, Billypaw thought, It was my fault that I made her attack the coyotes in the first place. The darkness in her mind grew. She struggled to fight against it. Billypaw's eyes were blazing with a murderous fury.
"I told you I'd protect them!" Billypaw bellowed.
She slid under the big coyote's belly while it was distracted with Whitepaw. She swiped at its belly, her claws catching on its soft flesh. She grunted as she raked her claws through, thick drops of the coyote's blood raining down on her white fur.
The coyote let out an ear splitting cry, kicking Billypaw out from under it. Billypaw tumbled through the grass, sharp rocks digging into her fur. Billypaw heard a cat's screech. She turned to see a flash of silver and red hurtling towards a tree.
Billypaw let out a strangled cry as she made out the cat. It was Mistystar, her mother. She was soaked in blood and unmoving. Billypaw turned her head towards where her mother was flung from. Her cheek ground across the damp soil as she struggled to look. It was one of the coyotes.
It was also covered in crimson, around as much as Mistystar. Billypaw stumbled back to her paws. Pinepaw and Rustpaw were side by side, struggling to keep the third coyote at bay. Streamfur was on the ground, close to the unconscious Pandaheart. Billypaw saw a streak of blue grey.
Wolfclaw hurled himself at the bloodiest coyote. He dug into its side, clumps of grey and cream fur lying through the air. The coyote twisted madly, snapping its jaws at her previous mentor. Billypaw watched, her heart pumping with Adrenalin, as Wolfclaw's muscles tensed.
He hauled himself on top of the bloodied coyote, digging his claws in as the coyote bucked and swayed, trying everything to get him off. The thick furred warrior didn't let go. A coyote with a scratched up face - the one Billypaw had attacked - came into view.
It snarled and snapped its jaws at Wolfclaw, paying no attention to the apprentices gnawing at its heals. Wolfclaw grunted, struggling to maintain his grip. Fallenpaw and Bugpaw dug into the coyote's heels. The brown apprentice and the calico apprentice slowing the monster only by seconds.
Billypaw could only watch in horror as the events played out. The skinny coyote unhinged its huge jaws, saliva dripping from its confines. Billypaw whimpered. It fastened on to Wolfclaw's tail. It bit down. A sickening crunch filled Billypaw's ears. Billypaw opened her jaws in a soundless cry.
The coyote pulled away, blood and blue fur dangling from its maws. Wolfclaw let out a blood-curdling screech; he tumbled off the other coyote and hit the ground.
The only thing left of Wolfclaw's tail was a blood-soaked stub. Billypaw put her head down and charged. Her claws connected with the monster she had fought before. She used three quick forepaw slashes in quick succession of one another.
She saw the coyote pick up its paw. She ducked to roll out of the way, but wasn't quick enough. It caught her side. Billypaw was knocked to the side.
"We can't keep up much more of this!" She heard her brother meow from behind her.
He was right. Blood soaked the grass, and cats were scattered on the ground. Most of the warriors were down and out, the ones still fighting were on their last legs.
Sunflower was there, working on as many cats as she could, but there was only so much she could do with limited herbs. Billypaw saw the medicine cat dart in between warriors. Billypaw stifled a meow of surprise.
The yellow medicine cat looked to be carrying a few wounds of her own. The situation didn't look good. Several cats were down or bleeding, but the coyotes were too.
If only they had more cats.
If only. . .
That was it!
Billypaw shot up, and veered in the direction of Bugpaw. Her brother was still working with Fallenpaw. Most of the apprentices that were still in fighting shape worked with each other so fluently they could be mistaken as a river.
Billypaw supposed that they would, seeing as they all trained together most of their lives. Fallenpaw had an angry gash on her side, but was otherwise fine. Billypaw stepped in between the two older apprentices.
"We need to lead the coyotes to the far side of the moor."
Bugpaw shot Billypaw a questioning glance, before ducking at a paw swipe and taking a swipe of his own.
"Why?" he asked.
"Just trust me," Billypaw meowed.
She darted out of the coyote's legs, and moved on to tell the other apprentices. She caught Flounderpaw's eye. The apprentice's back leg was bloodied, and it hung useless at her side. They shared a nod of understanding.
Billypaw opened her maw to let out guttural a yowl, "everyone! on me!" Billypaw caught Rustpaw exchange glances with another apprentice. Bugpaw was the first by her side, her older brother running with her stride by stride.
Whitepaw was the next, limping to keep up. Fallenpaw and her twin were next to join. Just like Billypaw thought, the coyotes were too blood lusted to not chase the group.
They were hard on the apprentice's heels. Billypaw thought she saw Runningriver running with them. Billypaw put her head down, her paws pounding on the ground. The trees lessened as the forest gave way to the rolling hills of the moor.
Just follow us a little longer, Billypaw thought, her paws barely touching the grass as she sprinted across the moor. Racing along the familiar ground, Billypaw thought she could make out a few figures in the distance.
As the group raced closer, she was able to smell them. Thunderclan cats, three of them.
"Run, run, run!" Billypaw yowled, the group barreled into the small patrol on the Mistclan border.