swiftpaw's fury

Swiftrunner's path: prologue

Hey readers! First of all, I really appreciate you having read up until here, and actually being engaged in my story! Please leave a vote or comment if you can, and i hope you enjoy this! This piece is a prologue for a second part of this story that I may or may not finish, but is in progress. It will follow swiftpaws journey and adventures in the dark forest as time goes on. The following is the prologue of the part 2.

Snowtuft stalked the mouse, his eyes narrowed and focused. The small creature scurried through the undergrowth, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. The Dark Forest was a harsh and unforgiving place, and it had been countless moons since a piece of prey had come here. The mouse was quite scrawny, but here, any prey at all was always a blessing. Snowtuft had learned that lesson well over the years.

He crouched low, his muscles tense. The mouse darted between the dying brambles, its tiny heart pounding in its chest.Snowtuft followed, his movements silent as a shadow. Finally, he saw his chance. With a quick leap, he pounced on the mouse, sinking his claws into its soft flesh.

The mouse squeaked in terror, but it was too late. Snowtuft's jaws snapped shut, and the creature was dead in an instant.He stood over his prey, triumphant. This was his territory, and he would not allow anyone to challenge his claim.

he began took a nibble, he felt a strange sensation. It was as if he was being watched. He glanced around, but there was no one in sight. The Dark Forest was a place of solitude, and he was used to being alone.

Suddenly, he saw black and white blurs moving with unnatural speed through the trees above him. Yellow eyes glinted in the shadows,watching him with a predatory intensity. A chill ran down Snowtuft's spine. He knew he was in danger.

Suddenly, he felt a cold breath on his neck. He whirled around, his fur bristling. There, in the shadows, he saw a figure moving with unnatural speed. It was a blur of black and white, a ghost that seemed to materialize out of thin air. A chill ran down Snowtuft's spine. He knew he was in danger. Silence followed. He looked around and sniffed. Where had they gone?

Before he could react, a figure pounced from behind. Snowtuft turned just in time to see the glint of sharp claws and a whistle as they swiftly struck through the air. The world went black.

*******************************************************************************

Swiftpaw crouched in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Snowtuft. The larger cat was oblivious, his attention focused on the mouse he had just caught. Swiftpaw had been watching Snowtuft for a while now, studying his movements, his hunting techniques. He had learned a lot from the older cat, but now it was time to put that knowledge to the test.

With a silent leap, Swiftpaw pounced on Snowtuft from behind. The larger cat whirled around, his eyes wide with surprise. But it was too late. Swiftpaw's claws had already found their mark.

Snowtuft let out a final cry of pain before collapsing to the ground. Swiftpaw stood over him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. This was the first time he had killed another cat. It was a strange feeling, a mix of exhilaration and dread.

He remembered his warrior assessment in ThunderClan, the one he had never been allowed to complete. He thought about how well he could have done if he had been given the chance. Perhaps he would have been named a warrior after all. Long tail and brightheart could have been proud of him. Maybe he could have gotten his name standing with brightpaw at the tallrock, along with fernpaw, ashpaw, and thorn paw. They could all have patrolled together, fought side by side with each other, and laughed together. He could have even been a father. He missed them. He missed his life, and what it could have been. He wondered if fernpaw, ashpaw, and thorn paw would have gotten their names by now. He felt happy for them.

Swiftpaw knelt beside Snowtuft's body and began to feast on the mouse he had stolen. He silently thanked Snowtuft for providing him with a meal. As he ate, he pondered the idea of giving himself a warrior name. He had never been given one by the Clan, but that didn't mean he couldn't choose one for himself.

After much thought, Swiftpaw decided on his new name. He would now be known as Swiftrunner. It was a fitting name for a cat who was as fast and agile as the wind.Swiftrunner. It sounded good, but deep down inside him, he knew that name could never fill in that emptiness he felt in the dark forest, alone, isolated, and never able to see his friends and family again.