WattyWarriors Fan Magazine 2.0

Contest Entree: Swiftpaw's death (by Riverclan)

"Come on Brightpaw!" Swiftpaw hissed between his teeth. Brightpaw flicked her ears. "Are you sure about this, Bluestar already doesnt seem happy with me." Swiftpaw flicked his tail as they approached the hole in the camp behind the nursery.

"Not just you, both of us. Just think Brightpaw! If we get rid of those dogs at Snakerocks, Bluestar will have to make us warriors!" He squeezed through the hole, taking off some of his shoulder fur. She squeezed through behind him.

"I'm still not sure about this Swiftpaw, what if we get caught?" She fretted, her eyes glazed with worry, Swiftpaw turned to face her. A sly smile on his face. "So what? If we get caught what can she do other then what she already has?" He padded into the bushes. She slowly followed him.

"Come on, Slowpaw, keep up!" Swiftpaw called to Brightpaw who was following slowly behind him. He continued to run through the brush, halting at the edge of the clearing that surrounded snakerocks.

"Swiftpaw, we should go back. Im sure Fireheart could convince Bluestar to make us warriors." She turned to leave. "No. If she was going to make us warriors she would have already done so. We must do this." His eyes filled with determination. Her eyes filled with the same determination, when she saw how much he cared about doing this.

"I'm behind you Swiftpaw, I hope your right." She stood and followed him into the clearing.

"I know I'm right Brightpaw, I promise you, we will be warriors soon." He flexed his claws into the dirt, and breathed in deeply through his nose. The scent of dog bathed over his scent glands.

"Swiftpaw, there are paw prints leading to that cave!" She yelled to him across the clearing. He trotted over to her. "Indeed, it appears it has been living in their for a while, by the age of these tracks."

"Well, what now?" Brightpaw tilted her head to stare at the entrance of the cave. Swiftpaw followed her gaze. "We fight." He padded toward the front of the cave, sniffing, the scent was stale.

"Their not here." He padded into the cave to look around.

"Swiftpaw!" Her scream shattered his thought, he turned and ran out of the cave to see a large grey dog had cornered Brightpaw.

"Hold on!" He sprinted over there and got inbetween her and the dog, raising his fur to where he was about twice the size as normal he hissed and slashed his claws over the dogs muzzle. The dog howled in pain.

Brightpaw, leaped at its face, digging her claws in and biting its ear. Another howl of pain sounded around the camp.

Its just one dog we can handle one dog. Swifpaw thought to himself as he leaped for another attack.

He leaped, landing squarely on the dogs back. Digging his claws in, he held on as the dog shook back and forth attempting to throw him off.

"Swiftpaw!" Brightpaw screamed. Swiftpaw quickly glanced over to her as five more dogs approached the clearing. A look of pure horror crossed his face.

"Swiftpaw, we need to leave!" She screeched slashing one of the dogs muzzles. "No! I need to do this." The dog threw him off its back. He yelped as he was thrown into a tree.

His vision was blurry, but he could make out enough to see a dog grab onto Brightpaw's face and throw her. He stood slowly. Shaking his head. He growled. "We will be warriors! Not even you will stand in our way!"

He ran towards the closest dog and slashed at the nearest thing he could find. Its leg. He jumped back avoiding the jaws of the dog. He leaped and slashed at the dogs face. The other dog attempted to grab him but just ended up hitting the other dog.

He hissed and leaped to attack again but the grey dog from the start grabbed him by his throat. He gasped as the dog shook its head back and forth, breaking most of his back. The dog threw him down beside Brightpaw.

Half of her face was coated in thick blood. He looked at her sadly. "I'm. Sorry.... Brightpaw." He choked. He thought he saw a small smile spread on her face. He forced himself to reach for her outstreched paw. Yelping his paw fell just a mouselength before hers. Pushing himself, he let it touch hers.

Choking, his eyes glazed over, and his breathing stilled. The two apprentices layed in the clearing, their paws touching. One dead. One on the brink of dying.

"Pack, pack. Kill, kill."