AN: This is quite a short chapter, but it is very, very, very important!
Tawnypaw POV
I've been an apprentice for 2 and a half moons now. I'm really enjoying it. I often train with Blizzardpaw and Beechpaw, though they're quite a bit ahead of me. They're having their assessments soon, and they've travelled to the Moonstone with Brightstar, when he got his nine lives.
Crisppaw is taking a bit longer. He's a bit arrogant, and for a half moon, he had to clear out the elders, so his training was set back.
"ThunderClan are attacking!" It was Beechpaw! She had been hunting by herself!
I rushed out of the apprentice den, to see all the warriors getting ready to face ThunderClan, Blizzardpaw was guarding the nursery. I ran over to join him.
Then, quick as anything, ThunderClan burst into our camp. "Give us the warriors that are rightfully ours!" One shouted, as she lunged towards me and Blizzardpaw.
"What do you mean?" I yowled to her, fighting her madly, trying to keep up with her speed.
"My best friend had kits about 9 moons ago! We want them, as she lived in our Clan for her whole life, except the few moons she carried the kits!"
"Who was the mother?" Blizzardpaw yowled, coming to my rescue by biting her neck.
"Mistear!" Blizzardpaw stopped dead. The she cat managed to grab his front right leg, and she clawed and twisted it. "Wait, you're one of her kits?"
"One of her 3 kits, yes! You just hurt him badly!" Beechpaw jumped onto the cat's back, seemingly out of nowhere. "Tell me who you are, now!"
"I-I'm Whitestreak!" She trembled against the force of mine and Beechpaw's anger.
"ThunderClan, retreat!" Came the shout of Darkstar. I sighed in relief as ThunderClan left our camp. Then a yowl sounded from behind the nursery.
It was Sugarbreeze. "Blizzardpaw!" She yowled. "Quick, Tawnypaw! Get Stoneheart!" She shouted.
"Stoneheart!" I called, as I rushed towards his den.
"Coming!" He yowled.
Roughly 10 minutes later...
"Tawnypaw, you can come in now." Stoneheart said. I entered the den. Inside, there were 2 warriors, and of course Blizzardpaw. I rushed over to him. His injured leg was covered in a poultice of some kind, with spider webs wrapped around it. "Are you okay Blizzardpaw?" I asked
"Never been better." He groaned.
"Stop that!" I patted his face with my paws "Tell me the truth. How long till you recover?"
"Sorry, Tawnypaw." Blizzardpaw said, his head low.
"What is it? Please!" I yowled quietly
"I can't recover. Whitestreak pulled half of the nerves out of my leg."
AN: Ooh! I have no idea whether you have nerves in your legs. I presume cats do.