There I lie...dying. No...I'm dead already. Brightpaw…? Where is she? I can see her there, broken and battered. Shame...she was a beautiful she-cat...I don't know what's happening. But I have a sky view of what's going on… and I can't stand the sight. Closing my eyes, and hearing the dogs bark and rip at the remains of my flesh, dear StarClan it's awful. Good...They've left Brightpaw alone...She'll live...I'm so happy, what happens to my body is unimportant to me now... I can see the dogs running off, leaving us mangled and slaughtered in the green...well...it's no longer green grass. It's all stained blood red. I can barely recognize my own body at this point. I begin to slowly descend. I can't see my own body anymore, but that didn't bother me as much. I padded over to my best friend, my crush...I was going to ask her to be mine once we were warriors, but it was obvious now that that day was never going to come for me...or her...I'm so sorry Brightpaw.
If I could feel my eyes, they would be pouring up a storm, I knew that. I just wanted to collapse and lie with her...So I did. Once I collapsed I tried to snuggle as close to her as I could. I just lied there, pushing my invisible nose into her mangled fur muttering, "It's going to be okay…Just live for me...Stay alive!" I began crying. I haven't cried in my life, not as a kit, and not as an apprentice… Ever. Well, this doesn't count as my life does it...I'm technically dead. Just thinking that I'm no longer with ThunderClan makes me depressed...and I'm saying it as I can see my slaughtered body. I only wish I could have told her how I felt at least. I would have died as the happiest tom alive if she was my mate. But I know one thing...I died protecting her...She's alive because of me…And thats all I need.
Suddenly, I could feel my fur burning up, it got super hot really quick. What's this sudden feeling…? Anger...Hatred...Bluestar. I hate her. It's all her fault I'm dead...she didn't trust me...it's all her fault! I would have NEVER brought Brightpaw out here where it's dangerous if we were just made warriors...but no...that...mouse-brain didn't trust US. Because of her lack of trust...I'm dead, and my best friend is slowly dying...Errrgh! Someone! Anyone just come and get her...I can't bare to see here struggling to hang on to her life like some falling leaf! Hurry up!
Oh? I can hear someone...Is that…? Fireheart! It's Fireheart and his patrol...come on Brightpaw just a little bit longer… Oh thank StarClan he made it in time."Grab them and take them to camp! Hurry!" Fireheart was commanding his patrol forcefully. I can see that strong ginger tom rushing to our sides, he can see it's too late for me, so he takes a few cats and grabs Brightpaw, running her back to camp. It wasn't his fault...it was Bluestar's. I take a deep breath, knowing that Brightpaw would live to see another day, and for that I'm grateful.
Goodbye Thunderclan...