The Raven's Wing
(The Story of Ravenpaw)
CHAP. 1
****…Ravenpaw walked over to Snakerocks. "Tigerclaw said that I should prove my skills, he didn't mention snakes or adders!" he muttered. As his paws padded through the forest greens, he breathed in the scent of leaves and bark and… food!
He sniffed some more. 'Must be a, um, squirrel.' he said quietly to himself. Putting one paw in front of another and he hunched himself down. Hold your tail still, Ravenpaw! he thought to himself. Keep your back down, and place your pads silently! Repeating the lessons of Tigerclaw, he lunged.
Suddenly, nervous clutter of energy filled him. He hesitated, and the squirrel saw him. It rushed up the tree. Total instinct overwhelmed him and he followed the squirrel.
"meow!" he cried, he was going straight up! The nervous energy left him and he fell straight down. A branch! He thought wildly and swung his claws out to catch it. He unsheathed his claws and managed to grab hold of the branch. He scrambled up. "Now," he muttered to himself, "I got to get down".
He loomed over from the tree to see that it was a long, long way down. 'That's at least several fox-lengths!' he thought, and looked down to see another branch below him, that jutted out under him. "Might as well try." he leaped. Ravenpaw managed to hopelessly scrape at the branch. But he failed, and fell.
Flinging his claws out everywhere, hoping to grab on to something, he managed to scrape nothing but air, but he was starting to fall more slowly. "Oof!" he hit the ground.
The forest was normal. Bluebirds twittered and called. A raven was right near him. He cawed. Ravenpaw opened his eyes and checked all his feet, none of them were broken,
'How?' He looked behind his back, it was fine too, but… feathers were shrinking from what used to be wings, and one jet-black one fell down onto the dirt. "No," Ravenpaw muttered, he looked down to the only feather left, on the forest floor, "It's getting worse"…****