A white she-cat sprung head-first onto the pale-gray apprentice. Whitepaw! The pale-gray apprentice gave a yowl of pain as Whitepaw's teeth viciously sunk into his leg. Sandstorm leapt up and sprang towards Brackenfur's attacker, while Whitepaw battled the pale-gray cat.

The pale-brown cat's amber gaze turned toward her mentor. A pale-ginger cat was racing to help the tomcat that was battling Darkfeather. Pushing of the ground, she sprang to help her mentor.

Brackenfur used his legs as a last defense. He threw the dark-gray tomcat into the air by pushing with his legs. Springing back up, the two cats circled. The tomcat expertly jumped, landing his claws straight on Brackenfur's throat, and his teeth on Brackenfur's pelt. But before he could sink his claws, a pale-ginger cat's claws sunk into the dark-gray pelt. The tomcat let out a yelp of suprise, only to be met with Brackenfur's furious claws. He gave a short, commanding yowl. The apprentices and the dark-gray tomcat ran away, with Brackenfur chasing them furiously. Whitepaw tumbled wth excitement. "Did you see that Brackenfur!' he yowled to his mentor. Brackenfur padded back to the apprentice. "Yes, you did great out there. You saved me." admitted Brackenfur. Whitepaw unsheathed his claws. "If they ever come back..." Whitepaw lashed his tail furiously. Sandstorm looked around. "Nightpaw!" she yowled. No reply came. "Brackenfur, Whitepaw. Can you help me look for Nightpaw?" Sandstorm's meow was urgent. Brackenfur dipped his head, "Yes, I'll help." he offered. Whitepaw nodded and padded off. Sandstorm circled the erea, trying to find Nightpaw's scent. She scented Nightpaw, but it was mingled with blood and ShadowClan's scent. Whitepaw gave a short, urgent yowl. Sandstorm padded quickly to Whitepaw, who stood by some reeds. What Sandstorm saw was utterly horrifiying. Nightpaw lay, violently torn in hidden reeds. Scraps of fur, claws. and Nightpaw's left eye, were all drowned in dull red blood. Nightpaw's corpse twisted in a violent way. But the worst was Nightpaw's throat. She didn't have one. All that was left of Nightpaw's throat - was a cat's raw insides. Brackenfur padded up to Sandstorm. He gave a short cry when he saw the corpse. With much hesitation, Brackenfur and his apprentice dragged limp Nightpaw into a deeper part of the forest.

Sandstorm pawed at the dirt. "This dirt is to hard." She padded around, pawing diffrent spots of dirt. "This will work." Sandstorm pawed at some mossy dirt. Whitepaw and Brackenfur lifted the body to a pile of leaves, and then padded over to Sandstorm's "spot".

The three cats dug tirelessly. "Done." Whitepaw proudly stepped back. "It's perfect."Brackenfur's tone was filled with satisfaction. Sandstorm pawed at the ground impatiently. "You two, bring the corpse here."

Brackenfur snorted playfully. "Let's see you put in some effort." Brackenfur's eyes glittered with amusement. Sandstorm flickered her tail challengingly. "I can lift just as good as you." snorted Sandstorm. Her eyes gleamed with pleasure as she dragged the body easily to the hole. Sandstorm dipped her head silently. "Let's bury her - I hope StarClan will accept her." murmured Sandstorm. Brackenfur and Whitepaw padded over, dipping their heads aswell.