Shadowpaw
I opened my eyes to glaring sunlight. I was laying in some clearing. Wow, Starclan was looking good. But something was wrong. Briskpaw was next to me.
"Oh, so you're dead too," I said groggily.
Briskpaw gave a nervous laugh. "I don't think so," he said.
"Well I am," I mewed stupidly.
"No you're not," meowed another voice. Willowtail.
"So we're all dead," I grumbled.
"No we're not you stupid furball," growled Airfur.
"Then come we're all in StarClan?"
I guess someone was about to bark at me because Ferntail mewed consolingly, "Relax, Clearpool. She's in shock.
I really opened my eyes this time and saw that we were laying in the training hollow. I tried to get up but Speckleclaw pushed me back down. I was glad he did, because the very movement made me dizzy. I twisted my head to the side and saw that I was laying in a small pool of blood.
"What happened?" I asked.
No one answered for a moment, but then Ferntail meowed, "Thistlefur is dead. We couldn't carry you to the medicine den because you would keep bleeding whenever we tried."
"It was Briskpaw, really," said Rosefoot. "He jumped in to save you when Thistlefur was drowning you. We don't know...where you'd be-" she broke off as Elmear put an arm around her.
"You'd be dead," Robinpaw volunteered. I glared at him, but he continued, "He jumped in to save you and pulled you out. Then he killed Thistlefur."
"Robinwood helped," Briskpaw said modestly. "We killed him together." He grinned self-consciously at me, and I noticed that there was something wrong, terribly wrong, with face.
"Briskpaw! What happened?" He had a deep gash running across his eye. When he shuffled his paws, I could see that those were badly maimed.
"Uh, yeah, uh Thistlefur got it," he said awkwardly. I felt so bad for him, more bad about his paws than his face.
It would be the end of running for him.
