Gorsepaw
It was a quiet day in the WindClan camp. Every warrior was on edge because of the threat looming.
TigerClan, the so called saviors of the forest. Gorsepaw thought sourly, pawing away the remains of a rabbit. A warrior of the four guarding the entrance sneezed as the chilly moor wind gusted through camp. A few clouds rolled overhead.
Pricking his fuzzy white ears, the apprentice thought he heard thunder, but it was too far and distant for that.
Suddenly, one of the warriors in the camp entrance opened his jaws to yowl, but before he could even utter a warning, a dark furred paw lashed out and knocked him unconscious.
WindClan was in battle before Gorsepaw could blink.
He was terrified, and instinct overwhelmed his urge to fight for WindClan: he fled. But before he made a pawlength, suddenly a great weight was on his back, and he wheezed, fighting for a breath.
"Stop!" The cat pinning him screeched. "Stop or he dies!"
The clearing fell into total silence, broken only by cats thudding to the ground.
The pressure increased, and he gave a sharp wail of pain. The cat looked at him, and he knew those horrid amber eyes, that ugly scar splitting the leader of the conquest's face, that dark fur like hopelessness.
"This is a lesson." He growled quietly, but the sound reverberated through the silence.
Suddenly someone broke ranks and made a dash toward him, screaming. "Not my son! Gorsepaw, no! Please, someone! Help him!" She was almost to him when two TigerClan cats shouldered together, knocking her down, knocking Morningflower down; knocking his mother down.
StarClan! I can't die, I was just apprenticed, don't do this, please, please, please... help me... please...He chanted a silent plea fervently in his mind.
"This is a lesson to those that oppose TigerClan!" yowled Tigerstar.
Claws streaked toward him, and with a red flash of pain, he knew nothing more.