Chapter 4
Warning!
The following chapter of Swiftpaw's Lovely Bones contains very extreme violence. You've been warned.
I could feel my chest rising and falling as I starred at the Swiftpaw. All I could think of was why I didn't try harder to get him not to come here. I wished it was just some sick, twisted nightmare.
"We have to run," I whispered to him. "It's the only way we can be safe."
Just as I said that, a huge shape flew over the hill and fastened slavering jaws around Swiftpaw's throat. It was the dog; it was way bigger then I thought it was. I wanted to run away more then everything, but how could I leave Swiftpaw?
Swiftpaw struggled in the jaws of the beast, snarling and twisting, but the dog shook him back and forth, and then threw him to the other side of the clearing. I instantly sprinted to him to see if he was ok. I saw he was bleeding, but he managed to get back up and prepare to fight. The dog came to us, his head was low and his teeth gleamed. I crouched, waiting until I could see in white of his eyes, and then I lashed out my sharp claws across his face. He yelped and jumped back he looked up and I saw his face bleeding ferociously.
"We will be ok." Swiftpaw smiled. "There is only one dog and two of us."
I smiled to the thought of that. All at once Swiftpaw and I jumped forward at the dog. He went low and I jumped up. My claws griped to his face and I racked my back legs. The dog yelped in pain. I have put a scar on his right eye, I nearly took it out. The dog bucked and I fell back words of the dog. Swiftpaw pushed him back words.
"Move!" He shouted.
I jumped of the dog before he landed. If I would have stayed there any longer, I would have been crushed under his weight. The dog pushed away from us. When I saw the scar I put on his face, I have never felt more alive. Wait till Bluestar hears that we destroyed a dog to save Snakerocks. We will become warriors for sure.
The dog hesitated for a minute. All of a sudden he lifted his head and shouted something.
"Pack, pack, kill, kill." I didn't know what that meant, but I knew it wasn't good. I heard growling to my left. I turned to see a cave. There stood a tiny dog. About as big as a kit. I couldn't help but laugh, it was so cute. Swiftpaw laughed too. And then I saw others, about as big as the first dog.
There were at least six of them.
"Pack, pack, kill, kill!" They chanted over and over again. All the dogs where around four times our size. Their growls where so loud that the earth seemed to shake. Now I knew, we had to run. We had no chance of facing these dogs, but we had nowhere to run now. We were completely surrounded by them.
I rolled under one and racked its soft belly. I bit his back leg and gripped tight as it twisted his leg trying to throw me off. I could here Swiftpaw spitting, hissing, and roaring in defense. I shouldn't have paid attention to that.
The dog rolled over. I was crushed under the wait of the leg I bit and his chest. When he rolled off of me I was lying on the ground. I was stunned, the weight was very painful. All of a sudden my senses came too as a dog grabbed me with his jaws. I felt the flesh on my back get torn, the next thing I knew I felt a second pare of jaws grab me. I was being tugged for two quick moments between two dogs. Finally one grabbed me and tossed me up against a tree.
I felt the air knocked out of me. My sight was beginning to fade. I thought I was going to black out, but for some odd reason I didn't. I opened my eyes to see a forest of legs, fur flying everywhere, blood and dogs. The dogs where now focusing on Swiftpaw, they thought I was dead.
I saw Swiftpaw crouched to the ground. He was bleeding from his legs, chest, head; Swiftpaw was nearly slaughtered. He saw me lying down at the top of the hill where the dog once came over. He must of thought I was dead too. He turned and ran. He began to climb up a tree.
I made a quick pray to Starclan that he would make it. All of a sudden I saw the dog we first thought leap up and yank Swiftpaw of the tree. The next thing I saw was Swiftpaw in the jaws of that dog. He shook him, like he did earlier, and flung him toward me. I saw Swiftpaw fly past the moon. While he flew I saw a long trail of blood fly off of him. He flew past me and hit a rock about a few paw steps away from me.
Swiftpaw slid down the rock, he left blood from where he hit to where he lay. His eyes wide open in fear. His chest not rising and falling. So Swiftpaw died there, he died attempting to reach his dreams. He died attempting to come down in history. He died protecting me. He died, he died a horrible death. Slaughtered while trying to be heard. It was pitiful. I remember him fighting the strength of Lionclan today. He would have been the best warrior the clan has ever seen.
I hade to know that this wasn't true. I had to know this wasn't some sick twisted nightmare. I stood up and limped over to Swiftpaw. I left drops of my own blood behind me. I gazed down at Swiftpaw's blank gaze.
"Swiftpaw?" I whispered. He didn't respond. I began to cry. It was too hard to take in. I will never know if he feels the same way about me. I collapsed on top of him, tears rushed down my cheeks washing the blood off of Swiftpaw's neck.
Then I felt like I was being watched. I jumped off of Swiftpaw and looked up to see the pack leader standing above me. I saw the scar over his angry amber eye, he wanted revenge. I prepared to meet Starclan. The dog opened his mouth showing sharp shinny teeth. His jaws shot forward at me. Blood filled my eyes and I saw no more.
I could still hear however. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the singing of birds, morning has come.
Authors Note: Yes, Swiftpaw is dead. Don't say I didn't warn you. So this is what I imagined the fight scene to be like. At the end the pack leader grabs Swiftpaw and through him into a rock. From Brightpaw's point of view he flew past the moon in the process, just thought I'd point out Swiftpaw's flying abilities :D,
Btw I'll likely post a story every two days on weekdays and everyday on weekends. So I'll see you Friday. Thanks for reading.