This is a challenge for my forum; StormClan, LightningClan, BreezeClan, and StreamClan RP.

The challenge: Right before death, you see stars. You cannot tell if they are just a figure of tour imagination, or right there, up in the endless, black night sky. Pain, it stings you from no where, or maybe its every where at once. You cannot tell.

Word count: Minimum of 200

Let's do this!

Timberpaw opened his mouth and tasted the air. He couldn't smell anything but prey scents, mouse, squirrel, thrush..There was the slightly alarming scent of fox, but Timberpaw brushed it off, as it was nearly gone, and what remained was very stale.

"Well." He mumbled to himself. "I'm about to be a warrior."

It was the ThunderClan apprentice's solo hunting assessment. Timberpaw was originally alarmed; he was notified just as the sun had begun to set, and he wasn't very good at night hunting. One look at Elmpaw's smirking face had made him instantly agree. A rustle in the branches made him start, but a young blackbird glided down and settled on the clearing floor. Instantly settling into the hunting crouch, Timberpaw stalked forward. A branch cracked and the bird flew away.

"Fox-dung!" The tabby cat cursed, sitting up. "If that's you Elmpaw, I swear, so StarClan help me-"

Another branch snapped and Timberpaw froze. That was not Elmpaw. It was something much bigger.

"Smokeclaw?" He squeaked, green eyes darting around as he backed into the clearing. "Is- is that you?"

Too late he regretted not running to camp when he could, as an angry red pelt flickered between a patch of ferns.

"Redheart." Timberpaw said with relief. "You scared me half to StarClan."

Then the stench hit him, it wasn't Redheart, it wasn't ThunderClan, it wasn't a cat. The fox slid smoothly into the clearing, the red fur glowing orange. Timberpaw hissed and bristled and backed away.

"Smokeclaw!" The apprentice screamed as the fox approached, the blue-grey warrior's fur caught in it's snapping jaws, the scarlet blood dyeing it's muzzle an even uglier red. The fox snapped its jaws again and the apprentice leaped forward.

"This is for my mentor!" He yowled, hoping that his Clanmates would appear and drive the fox away. "This is for Smokeclaw!"

Timberpaw fought tooth and claw, but the fox soon ripped him ftom it's pelt and hurled the freen-eyed tom into a tree. Stars erupted in his eyes as his head connected and he lay still. He couldn't feel his body. Somewhere, through the canopy of trees and leaves, he could see Silverpelt. Or where they only his imagination? He cried out as the sharp teeth ripped pelt and muscle and the stars jumped and pulsed.

"Dawnsting..." The feeble moan was almost too much, calling for his mother nearly killed him. "Mother..."

As he lay in the grass, he coud feel one side if his body become warm, the blood warming him in a way it shouldn't. He closedan his eyes and drifted off into an eternal sleep; the stars burned into his eyelids, glimmering pelts swirling through the night sky, free as kits.

Okay! I think that's a wrap! What do you think, my fellow forum-goers? Good enough?