"Falconwind! No!" Hawkpaw let out a pained yowl, as a huge white tom, pinned her trainer to the ground, clawing at his pelt. She lashed out at the gray tom; she was battling and streaked over to his side. His deep forest green eyes were flaring with rage, and his claws scored the white tom's pelt. Hawkpaw clawed at the white tom, forcing him to retreat. Falconwind leapt to his paws and raced over to help a pinned down Dewriver. Hawkpaw gasped for breath. Her clawed shoulder screamed with pain, and she was exhausted. The world seemed to spin in front of her eyes. A searing pain ripped at her side, as a gray tom's claws raked down her pelt. Hawkpaw snarled and lashed out at him, ice-blue eyes blazing. Anger lent her energy, as the tom sped away. Cowards! They steal prey, then fight us, and then get back up only to run away like a kit! She thought in disgust, but pleased at the thought, that she could defeat warriors alone. Blood was splattered on the ground, sending up a warm and disgusting smell, that made Hawkpaw sway on her paws.
"Thieves! Get off our territory!" Blacksmoke's battle cry broke up the raging snarls of the ThunderClan cats. Hawkpaw turned to see Blacksmoke, Cloudslash, and Sandstripe, along with Stormpaw, panting behind them. Stormpaw must have gone back to camp to get help. She thought with relief. The battle was over within moments, the ThunderClan cats hissing as they retreated. Hawkpaw searched the crowd desperately for her trainer, relived to see him, standing up and talking to Blacksmoke. His dark brown tabby pelt was ripped and bloody, but he looked strong. The world spun rapidly and suddenly. Hawkpaw began to feel dizzy and the slash on her shoulder felt like a fire that had been lit on her. All of her other wounds seemed to add to the searing pain, and Hawkpaw gasped before the world went black. She faintly heard the sound of paws pounding towards her, and could hear ghostly voices. She wanted to answer them, wanted to get up and tell them she was okay, but she couldn't. Her stregnth was gone, her energy was a memory from long ago.
"I'm okay. Just…tired." Hawkpaw managed to whisper, before it was all black and empty. She could no longer hear the ghostly voices or scent the warm and sticky blood, that she collapsed into. It was all silent.
