In this chapter, you'll find out how Fishbreeze died in the battle...

A silver tabby she-cat with ocean blue eyes was in the midst of the battle.

"Fishbreeze!" a sneering voice said from behind her. She spun around to see two WindClan cats-a tom and a she-cat with matching smirks on their faces.

"What?" she growled, sliding out her claws.

The tom exchanged a glance with the she-cat, who nodded. Then, he flung himself at Fishbreeze, bowling her over. She was so surprised, she didn't fight back until she was pinned down. The tom was pure black, with white patches on him.

Hmm, I'm pretty sure that's Breezeclaw.

Breezeclaw snarled, and slid out his serrated claws. He held her down on her shoulders, digging his serrated claws deep into her flesh.

Fishbreeze held back a yowl of pain and gritted her teeth. She lashed out, swiping her claws at Breezeclaw's underbelly. He got off of her with a yowl of pain and Fishbreeze sprinted away.

But a few heartbeats later, a cat pinned her down and it was Breezeclaw again. He raised one paw over her throat and opened his mouth wide, ready to bite into Fishbreeze's throat.

Fishbreeze thought of all the battle moves her mentor had taught her.


Back kick, belly rake-can't do that now, he'll be faster, front paw blow, killing bite, that's it! Play dead!

Fishbreeze stopped struggling and went limp, closing her eyes. Her heart was pounding as she played dead and she thought of the time her mentor had taught her it.

"Fishpaw, I'm going to tell you how to play dead," Fishpaw's mentor, Grassfoot said.

Fishpaw bounced lightly on her paws. "When do you do it?" she asked.

"If you're pinned down, then it'll be a very useful trick," Grassfoot replied. "But many cats know this, and it's a very daring feat. Cats many kill you when you are doing it."

Fishpaw shuddered. "So should I do it if they rake their claws over me? Then they could think they killed me like that."

"Yes," Grassfoot mewed. "And when you scent that you're opponent is relieved, then push yourself up explosively. Then the other cat won't be ready before they're pinned down."

"Can I try it?" Fishpaw asked.

Grassfoot nodded. She gently pinned her apprentice down and Fishpaw grew limp.

"Don't do it if you're opponent didn't do anything yet," Grassfoot advised. "Otherwise, they'll know for sure it's a trick."

Fishpaw opened her eyes and raked her sheathed claws over Grassfoot's belly. "Do I do that too, if I'm pinned down?"

"Of course." Grassfoot got off of Fishpaw. "Playing dead isn't the only thing you can do if you're pinned down."


But it is now, Fishbreeze thought.

Breezeclaw was sniffing her for the scent of death. It wasn't on her, and the black-and-white tom hissed softly.

"I know what you're doing, Fishbreeze," Breezeclaw growled. "You're playing dead. You think you can fool me?"

Fishbreeze stayed limp as Breezeclaw muttered a few words. Then she felt teeth bite deep into her throat, and blood gushed out of the wound.

I guess it's too daring, Fishbreeze thought as she limped for real. Breezeclaw's words echoed in her mind. You think you can fool me?

But now she was in StarClan, and she didn't need that body anymore.


StarClan...

"Fishbreeze!" a delighted meow sounded from her right. She turned to see her sister, Leaftail and her father, Waterfang.

Fishbreeze bounded toward them. "Hi Leaftail! Hi Waterfang!"

Waterfang shook his head sadly. "You shouldn't have did such a daring move."

Fishbreeze flinched, but dipped her head.

"Can I see Stripefur, Ivyfang, Skyfeather, and Brownstripe?" she asked pleadingly. "Please?"

Leaftail sighed. "Alright." She waved her bushy dark gray tail in the air and a small pool appeared. Fishbreeze peered inside it and saw her mate and three kits sitting vigil for her.

"Can I please go back?" Fishbreeze asked, flicking her silvery tail.

Waterfang shook his head. "Sorry, but once you're in StarClan, you stay in StarClan."

"But what about Cinderpelt, Icewater, and Scarfur?"

"They didn't do what they wanted to do in their lives," Leaftail explained. "So they get a second chance." She nudged her sister. "And besides, your family is here."

"Except for Shrewpool," Fishbreeze reminded her.


Shrewpool

"She never should have died," Shrewpool growled over and over. "Fishfaces! Mouse-brains! Foxdung!" She swiped her claws in the smoky air.

"It was all because of a daring move she should never have been taught," Shrewpool muttered. "Exploit."

A/N: I really like writing these, so I thought I'd publish another chapter! (wow, I just wrote one yesterday)

ATC: Ooh, Shrewpool sounds very interesting... She'll have a story in one chapter about her, maybe my 50th free choice one? The exploit part of this story (keep in mind that I just learned what exploit means) is when Fishbreeze does the play dead trick, and it doesn't work so now she's dead. :(

QOTD: What do you think Shrewpool is? Describe her in a description thingy.

Name: Shrewpool

Description: Gray fur with blue eyes and serrated claws

How she is related to Fishbreeze: Mother, Aunt?

You can add as many more of these as you want.

Happy Reading! ~Warrior Cats 101 Wings Of Fire =^.^=