Failed
End of The Darkest Hour
The screeches and yowls of cats rattled the clearing as the battling felines rolled over and over in the brush. One side were the forest clan cats; the other was the horrid invaders, BloodClan, ruled by Scourge. Teeth gleamed in the moonlight and claws flashed across the sky, sometimes meeting their mark, sometimes not.
Bramblepaw, hissing, struck at a cat two times his size. He turned and lashed out with his back paws, then flipped in midair and landed on it's back. Snarling in fury, it scrambled around trying to shake him off, but the determined young apprentice hung on.
Finally, the BloodClan cat leapt up, and then fell. Bramblepaw yowled as the teeth from the cat's collar pricked his skin and drew blood. The apprentice struggled to free himself, and succeeded. He then kicked at the cat's head, and darted away.
Panting, he climbed onto a rock to look around. He saw his sister. Tawnypaw, with Featherpaw and Stormpaw, doing fine as they chased off a big white-and-gray tom. There was Blackfoot, and Leopardstar, and Tallstar, and….
Bramblepaw froze as he saw a pile of limp, bloody orange fur at the edge of the clearing. Firestar! No!
Fury building in his chest, he knew that only one cat could have done this. Scourge! That rotten piece of fox-dung….
He jumped down from the rock and found the small black cat locked in battle with a RiverClan cat. The said cat shrieked loudly as Scourge ripped through his stomach, and raced away. Bramblepaw saw his chance, and sprung onto Scourge with a fierce battle cry.
The black cat regarded him with cold icy eyes before slashing through Bramblepaw's right front leg. The apprentice fell, but, spitting, he sunk his teeth into Scourges paw as the leader tried to strike his throat.
Scourge yanked it away, and then dropped to the ground. Bramblepaw laughed aloud. "I'm not falling for that trick, dog-heart! Run back to your Twolegs, kittypet!"
Scourges jaw moved fasted than Bramblepaw thought possible. In seconds, or maybe less, the tabby apprentice exploded with pain and he crashed down, gasping as blood flooded his vision until he was seeing only red: Scourge had tore out his eyes.
Now he couldn't see as the black cat unsheathed one claw, then with a flick, ripped open Bramblepaw's neck.
The last thing Bramblepaw remembered was the splitting pain in his neck all the way to his stomach plus his eye sockets, the bitter thought that he had failed, and Scourge's hot breath in his ear, before he sunk into a darkness deeper than sleep, deeper than water…
And so the clans were changed forever.
