Swiftpaw left camp to go hunting on his own, he had been feeling restless and he wanted to stretch his legs. He was about to pounce on a mouse, when he saw a flicker of orange flame in the distance. Swiftpaw sprang to his paws, forgetting his prey and started racing back towards camp to warn his clan. Driven by fear Swiftpaw ran along not looking where he was going, instead he kept running at full speed. Too late, Swiftpaw realized there was a ditch ahead. He tumbled down and blacked out.
When he awoke he felt a heavy weight on his leg, and the heat of fire. A tree had fallen on him and it was on fire. He struggled but it was no use. "Help!" he screamed. Soon Spottedfoot his mentor, came racing toward him, he had heard the cry for help. With much effort Spottedfoot finally freed Swiftpaw from the burning tree.
Swiftpaw tried to run back to camp but his leg was injured, so he limped as fast as he could. He struggled to climb the edge of the ditch but it was difficult, after a little while he managed to scramble up the slope. " Don't stay with me,go ahead!" Swiftpaw protested but Spottedfoot stayed by his side. Swiftpaw and his clan finally came out of the forest to safety. The medicine cat was going around checking wounds. Swiftpaw flinched as his was checked. "Your leg's broken" the medicine cat said." Will it heal" Swiftpaw asked anxiously. "I'm not sure" the medicine cat said "now lay down so I can try to mend it.