"Attack!"
Twistpaw awoke with a yowl, his fur standing up at all angles as he bounded out of the apprentices' den, claws already unsheathed as he threw himself at the nearest FlameClan warrior.
Ridgepath.
His father.
The FlameClan tom let out a yowl as he was bowled over, Twistpaw pinning him down, claws ready to tear.
Ready for a death blow.
Twistpaw felt himself freeze up, his eyes flashing with indecision as time seemed to slow down around him. Could he really kill his father?
"Son, don't do this." Ridgepath meowed, the fear in his eyes betraying his calm voice, "I know you're not a killer."
Twistpaw shook his head, clenching his jaw as he snarled in a voice hoarse with raw pain, "You don't know me at all! You were never there for me!"
The tom brought his claws down, ready to tear at his father's throat when he was knocked aside by another warrior. His head smacked a rock and everything went black.
((A/N- Bum bum bum! Excitement! Anyways, sorry for a late update, been pretty busy with school -ugh- and other poop. Sorry it's really short and stuff but I'm hoping to have the next update up later tonight so I won't leave you on too bad a cliffy or whatever. Reviews are appreciated!))