(None of this is canon within the forum.)
A freezing cold breeze swirled around Lightpaw, his pale cream colored fur ruffling in the aggressive winds. He shoved himself closer to his fellow apprentices, their warmth the only thing keeping him alive as they huddled within the hollowed out log. He opened one of his pale yellow eyes to see a figure pad towards him. He opened his eyes completely when he noticed it was his mentor, Thistleclaw.
He crawled out of the log and into the far more unforgiving Leaf-bare surroundings of what appeared to be endless white. He looked up towards his mentor whom had a fierce look across his muzzle as he spoke up in a demanding tone. "Come. We are going to battle against DarkClan. Grab your friend, Pinepaw, and let's go!" Lightpaw nodded his head before he turned and prodded at his friend's sides. Her deep green eyes opened as she let out a groan of annoyance. "I'm sleeping, Lightpaw. Leave me alone." He scowled towards her, his pale yellow eyes hostile. "C'mon, Pinepaw. Thistleclaw said that we were going to battle with DarkClan." She perked at this and immediately ran out of the hollowed trunk, running over Lightpaw in the process before he bounded after her.
As the two apprentices reached the gathering group of warriors, Lightpaw noticed that GrimClan's leader, Honeystar, was in front giving a speech and also looking prepared for battle. "Our way of life has been threatened! Our peace has been threatened. DarkClan does not think that compassion is powerful. Instead, they see it as a weakness!" The leader silenced as the surrounding cats began to murmur some with panic hidden in their whispered voices. As the cats began to settle down, Honeystar spoke up once again. "I have gathered all of you for this battle, and we shall all fight honorably. Is that clear!" Yowls of approval rose around the leader as he stood and trotted off towards the opposing clan's territory, aggression rushing through Lightpaw's blood as he ran after the warriors and leader willingly.
Pinepaw ran beside him, her deep, winter green eyes determined rather than fiery like his sunlight colored eyes. The scent of DarkClan seemed to grow as their leader continued to lead them onward. It wasn't long that the strong hatred from the surrounding wind cutting into his pelt seemed to settle as they reached the DarkClan territory. He blindly followed the scents of his clan, his head low and blinded by the fierce cold of his surroundings. A yowl for war sounded off as the strongest of GrimClan slid into the cavern and began clawing at every cat they could fight with.
As the battle went on, Lightpaw noticed that his friend was no where to be seen. He ignored this for the time being as he knew that Pinepaw could take care of herself. He leaped at a powerful looking warrior, their scent that of a senior warrior as it curled with pure aggression and hatred for anything but their leader.
Before he could get a decent hold on the senior warrior, he felt the breath be crushed out of him. He tried to get a claw hold onto the fierce warrior that had pinned him to the ground, only managing to flounder around uselessly. As he continued on this pathetic plan, sharp, pointed fangs were slowly closing around his neck. Before the fangs could snap his neck, he felt the bulky weight fall off of him. He sat up, his vision blurred and dizzy, and as his vision cleared, he saw Pinepaw battling fiercely with the senior warrior. He attempted to stand so he could help her, but before he could do anything, he watched as she was thrown off of the warrior's back by another of DarkClan and against a wall, blood falling from her neck.
Everything seemed to slow around him as he gawked towards Pinepaw's limp body as it fell to the ground. After a few attempts, he finally managed to stand and limp towards her. He lowered his head as tears welled up in his eyes. "Pinepaw? Pinepaw? Come one. Get up." He rubbed his face against his dear friend, her body still faintly warm from the battle she had taken part in as her blood mixed with his. He closed his pained eyes, his ears low as he completely forgot about everything happening around him. He let his tears fall gently across his cheek fur, his pale golden eyes seemingly gray from the loss of Pinepaw. "I. . . I'm sorry. I should have done better to. . . to protect you."
He sat, the trills of battle a far away echo as all he thought about was his friend. "This is my fault. . . All. . . all my fault." He felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck that soon faded as his vision was swarmed with blackness. He fell to the ground, everything blurring around him into nothingness until a familiar scent reached his nostrils. His eyes slowly closed, his pelt relaxing as the comforting scent of evergreen trees flowed warmly into his nose. He opened his eyes to see the feuding had disappeared and reformed into a peaceful blanket of a cool, misty blue glow as the warmest yet coolest of grasses reached out as far as he could see. A wide array of cats stood in front of him, but the one he noticed the most was a winter green eyed she-cat with a beautiful, dark brown coat covered in black stripes. "Pinepaw?"