sorry for suddenly changing to first person, i just thought it sounded better this way. this is a direct exerpt from another one of my stories, : swiftpaw's demise.
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The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow over the forest as I raced alongside Brightpaw towards Snake Rocks. Every beat of my heart echoed the rhythm of determination pounding in my chest. We were on a mission, driven by a desire to prove our worth to our Clan, to Bluestar, and to ourselves.
As we reached the edge of the clearing, the air was thick with tension, and the scent of danger hung heavy on the breeze. I exchanged a glance with Brightpaw, and in her eyes, I saw the same fierce determination mirrored back at me. We were ready for whatever lay ahead.
But as the first dog emerged from the shadows, its snarl slicing through the silence of the night, a chill ran down my spine. This was no ordinary battle. We were outnumbered, facing a pack of ruthless predators with nothing but our courage and determination to guide us.
The first dog lunged, a blur of gnashing teeth and matted fur. I twisted aside, claws extended, and raked across its flank, drawing a yelp of pain from the beast. Brightpaw, my denmate, was at my back, a whirlwind of fury as she met another dog head-on, her teeth sinking into its neck. We fought back to back, a desperate dance of survival. Each snarl, each yelp, fueled our resolve. We were outnumbered, surrounded by a snarling pack, but fear was a luxury we couldn't afford. Every instinct screamed to survive, to protect each other, to prove our worth in the face of this terrifying onslaught.
A scream ripped through the night, and my world tilted on its axis. Brightpaw. It was Brightpaw's yowl, a sound of pure terror that clawed at my insides. I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs, just in time to see a monstrous dog slam into her, its jaws snapping shut on her face. The dog tossed her far into the air, and brightpaw landed limply on the foliage, her right ear shredded to pieces, the fur on one side of her face torn off, and a hole gushing with blood where her eye should have been.
Despair choked me, a cold, suffocating hand squeezing the air from my lungs. My denmate , my friend, the cat I cared about the most, lay crumpled on the ground, her blood staining the earth crimson.
A singular, wide, blue eye looked up to me, fear evident in its depths.
A guttural snarl tore from my throat, the sound fiercer than I thought my voice could ever be. Every fiber of my being screamed for vengeance, for protection.
Without a second thought, I launched myself at the dog, my claws unsheathed and teeth bared. Rage fueled my every movement, a primal fury that pushed aside the fear gnawing at my edges. I raked my claws across the dog's flank, the scent of blood filling the air. It yelped and stumbled back, but the pack was upon me.
They swarmed, snapping and snarling, their teeth gnashing at my fur. I fought with the ferocity of a cornered badger, a whirlwind of fur and claws. Each blow I landed was a desperate plea, a desperate prayer for Brightpaw to be alive.
Time blurred into a haze of pain and adrenaline. My body screamed in protest, every muscle burning with exhaustion, but I couldn't stop. Not while Brightpaw lay still beneath the dog's shadow.
Finally, with a last, desperate lunge, I managed to drive a dog back, creating a momentary opening. In that split second, I saw it. A faint, ragged whimper escaped Brightpaw's mangled form. Relief washed over me, a bittersweet wave in the face of my impending demise. My eyes locked with hers, a single, shared glance that spoke volumes. A silent promise, a vow of love and loyalty that transcended even death. Then, with a final, defiant snarl, I threw myself back into the fray, my exhaustion a distant memory.
The battle raged on, but with each passing moment, my vision narrowed, my strength waning. My body, riddled with wounds, finally gave way, collapsing beside Brightpaw, a pool of what seemed to be my blood spreading across the scattered earth. But even as darkness encroached, my eyes remained open, my claws dug into the earth, a silent vow to protect her until the very end. I knew, that if I had to die as an apprentice, I would die fighting...
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swiftpaw's fury
Fanfictiona firsthand account of swiftpaws life, from his rage at cloudtail to his untimely demise. but what happens in starclan? how does he watch over brightheart? how does he feel? his anger at bluestar? find out here!
