/Authors Note- I starfish wrote this chapter, I am less experienced and I am bad at writing long chapters. I would like constructive criticism, but nothing mean. Thank you. I hope to get better in the future. /
His black and white body fell to the ground with a thud, a large crimson pool forming at the base of his neck. With all the might he could muster Swiftpaw; apprentice of Thunderclan rose to his night black paws and pounced for the killer hounds. He felt a piercing agony split open from a deep wound on his flank.
White turned red.
Darkness began drawing in from each angle but there was one thing that kept his heart pumping and blood running. Brightpaw. "SWIFTPA-" the plea of help was cut short by the snarl of a murderous dog that grabbed the face of the pretty ginger and white cat and with a grizzly ripping sound tore away fur with a green eyeball dangling from the beasts jaws.
He had been clawed and hurt beyond belief but the fear for Brightpaw and the hatred of what the brutes had done sent the tom flying, rather clumsily, to his worn feet. "If I die as an apprentice I'll go fighting like a warrior!"
His final breath.
His final leap.
His final moment, not as an apprentice but as a warrior. The nearest dog lunged forwards and crushed the cat's windpipe reducing Swiftpaw to a dead body oozing scarlet blood.
Was this what it was like to be dead?