Leafbare. The cold struck down on WindClan like a lightning bolt. Crisp wind tugging at your fur in protest,and the chilling,silent night that let off an eerie flare. WindClan
was doing good compared to our winters before.
Seemed like an ordinary day. Please,anything but ordinary. Foxstar was setting patrols to go down by the lake. Me,Rainfoot,and Branchpaw. I noticed that Rainfoot
had hot breath and didnt look so good.
"You should skip the patrol."I whispered resting my black tail on his shoulder,"You look really tired."
He flashed a grateful look at me and ran to speak with Foxstar.
I couldnt help but keep staring at was so precious,so handsome,courageous,I could keep going on about him.I guess all the she-cats mooned over him,but I could see
he liked me also.
I took my apprentice,and we headed down to the lake. Branchpaw caught a squirrel on the way,which was when I heard it.
I pricked my ears up.
What in the name of StarClan...an eerie heaving sound,as if something was struggling,I looked over to Branchpaw,he heard it too.
"What was that!"he squeaked.
It kept on wailing,whatever it was its cry was turning into a shrill shriek,a kind of sound that would pierce your ears.
Then,it turned into a low cackle. By now,my ears were ringing. Branchpaw yowled,and thudded to the ground,his eyes glazed.
"BRANCHPAW!"I rushed over to him,and then,darkness flooded over me.
I saw two red eyes beating right at me that scorched my fur.I heard a small noise coming from the darkened distance,and then it started to grow. I looked around desperately. Then I popped my eyes open.
"Stop your moaning!" Cloverheart,one of the senior warriors complained.
"Sorry."I grumbled,and plopped back into the moss with a relieved sigh.
Thank StarClan it was only a dream!