Wolfpaw forced his eyes closed as he tried not to panic or puke. He heard Tiger calling his name from somewhere nearby. All of a sudden, the spinning stopped and he hit the ground, rolling over a few times. The wolf-like tom opened his eyes, giving his vision a few heartbeats to focus.
He got to his paws, seeing all of the other five cats attacking the bear. Wolfpaw raced over to join in and help out. He leapt onto the bear's back and scrambled up to the neck, biting in hard. The animal began to fall over, roaring in pain.
"Timber!" Wolfpaw called with a snort, leaping off of the animal's back.
He hit the ground right after it did. The six cats surrounded it. It stood up onto its four legs, blood pouring from its neck. It roared ferociously, but collapsed before it could move any more. Its breathing was slow now, coming in ragged, heavy gasps.
The cats stood watching as the breathing gradually grew slower and slower, eventually lapsing into nothing.
"It's dead." Tiger meowed. "Let's get back to the cave, it's getting late."
The cats murmured in agreement and they began to move at a brisk pace towards the cave.
They entered the cave just as the moon began to rise. All of the cats had bleeding wounds and were exhausted, but at least they were still able to move.
"Is that all of the bears?" Wolfpaw asked Tiger.
"Yes." The black and ginger tom meowed. "There has only been four, but now they are all dead, thanks to you, Wolfpaw."
Wolfpaw dipped his head. "It wasn't too big of a problem for me."
Amusement lit up in Tiger's eyes. Then he grew serious again. "We'll let you stay tonight because it looks too late to travel. Tomorrow, you must be on your way."
Wolfpaw dipped his head in agreement.
The to-bes led him to his nest besides Echosong and Hollybriar. The two cats were already sleeping. He lay down in his little nest-pit thing and curled up, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the pain that raced throughout his body.