In the heat of battle, you never see it coming. Never realize what is happening until your realize your confidence is getting the best of you and you let it. You failed your clan after being called one of the greatest warriors in all the clans. Mossclan, Rainclan, and Hollowclan respected you and you were considered one of the best warriors in your clan. But your confidence lets you down in times of great need, just like it did with Webstream.
She was fighting, claws and fangs against a tall white tom. He wasn't muscular, and looked more like a tree than anything, and Webstream let it get to her. She miscalculated the tom's strength, and took the full force of one of his blows. She was winded in seconds, collapsing to catch her breath. The tom was upon her before she even hit the ground, ripping at her ears, shredding them and any hope of hunting again. She felt his claws grasping around her neck, as if to remove her eye, like a torture. He added pressure, slowly, when suddenly he was ripped sideways and Webstream was gutted like a fish.
Webstream felt his claws ripping from her left cheek, just below the eye all the way down, rouding under her jaw and down her neck. The tom's claws ripped to the middle of her stomach, the she-cat collapsing in pain. There was no way she was going to be able to continue fighting. Her ears were full of blood, her eyes were clouded in pain and her left eye was only seeing red. The only thing she could do was live. Live until the battle was over, laying like a heap of dead fish in the middle of a moor. She did it perfectly, her blood stained grey dappled pelt blending in with the fish idea.
She blinked her pale golden eyes, trying to remain conscious, but she could feel the cold grasp of sleep and darkness edging at her mind, and she couldn't fight it. She just closed her eyes and let sleep take over.
Death wasn't what was to become of the she-cat though, and she opened her eyes, startled at her surroundings. Her apprentice, Dewpaw, was staring down at her with light green eyes. "I was told to inform you that when you woke up, we lost the battle, and Minnowfoot died. Sagewhisper said you need to stay in the medicine cat den because your wounds can become infected if you move around too much." Her voice mewed out, rather loudly.
If it weren't for the fact Webstream was commanded to lay still, she would have scolded the apprentice and made her do some chores, but she wasn't allowed to move. "Don't yell!" She snapped at Dewpaw, the she-cat just nodding at her mentor and turning to leave. When she reached the entrance, Webstream called out once again. "I am sorry for the delay in your training. I will make up for it when I am out of here." She told the she-cat.
Dewpaw smiled and mewed something before leaving. Webstream stared out after her, confused at what she had said. It sounded like she had told her Ripplingminnow was her new mentor. She couldn't get a new mentor though, so that didn't sound right. Webstream would only be in here for a few days!
The she-cat hissed in anger, suddenly realizing the pain that came from moving her jaws, or using her voice. It was like a claw was slicing over her once again, and the she-cat yowled out in both fear and pain as the memories came rushing back. Snowfury, the Mossclan deputy, had ripped her up and was about to remove her eye when Ripplingminnow saved her life. She remembers the gray pelted tom fighting Snowfury as she herself began to fall asleep. She had failed her clan and cost them the life of a great warrior! "Ripplingminnow, I am so sorry! I will make him pay." She told the tom, laying her head down after the sudden realization of how much pain she was in.