OK guys, yet another challenge for SolarClan. #3!

Challenge: Help

Let's do this, hope you enjoy!

Should I?

Cloverpaw hissed in annoyance as she felt the sting of a blow on her hindquarters. She swung around, glaring at Stormpaw, restraining herself from hitting him back. Their mentors, oblivious to the action, continued discussing the apprentice's spar. Stormpaw looked away, but his eyes glinted with mischief. Even a mouse-brain could see that he unsheathed his claws in a training session!

Cloverpaw and Stormpaw were the oldest apprentices in StreamClan, and the most skilled. They were constantly fighting, turning training sessions in battles, making hunting assignments a competition, using the apprentice duties to mock and insult each other…

Rainfall and Swiftclaw had no idea what was wrong with the two apprentices. No one knew for sure actually. They had a long time rivalry, ever since they were kits. They were polar opposites. Cloverpaw was the serious one, and could not tolerate nonsense. Her love for a Clan surpassed everything else. StreamClan, her Clanmate's and the warrior code were the three most important things to her. Stormpaw was wild and uncontrollable. His long silver-grey fur was always in a mess, like him. With his handsome looks, and personality, all the other apprentice's adored him, but not Cloverpaw. Instead, she felt put off by him. Why is he so…horribly crazy? She often asked herself about Stormpaw. Why is she…so horribly boring? Stormpaw often asked himself about Cloverpaw.

"Cloverpaw, I want you to hunt at the hollow near the DuskClan border. Stormpaw, go to the field near the waterfall, but be careful not to get too close. You know what happened last moon." Rainfall meowed sternly.

Cloverpaw remembered too well what had happened last moon. Mistpaw had fallen down the waterfall, and the strong currents and long fall confirmed her fate. The earth had fallen away to form a gorge, with rock walls, crystal clear, foaming water from an underground source flowing through and into a larger gorge. The straggly bushes that grew along the waterfall were pathetic, hardly providing any clawholds. Mistpaw had hardly even had any chances anyway; the current had pulled her all the way down. Her mentor Berryfawn would have gone after her, if she was not stopped by Rainfall. Losing one apprentice is enough, he had said. We don't want to lose a warrior too.

Stormpaw nodded, practically bouncing on the spot in his excitement. Cloverpaw scowled at him. Stormpaw smirked at the she-cat. Rainfall trusts me with the more dangerous spot, not you, Stormpaw seemed to be telling her silently. Cloverpaw unsheathed her claws.

"Cloverpaw, control," Rainfall warned.

Cloverpaw hissed softly. How she hated being controlled. She whipped around, ignoring her mentors angry outburst. She hated Stormpaw. Why did he have to be such a foxheart sometimes?

The moment Cloverpaw pounced on her prey, there was a loud shriek. Cloverpaw froze. A mouse couldn't possibly scream that loud. She turned to the source of the sound. Waterfall. She dashed over, hardly registering anything. All she knew was there was someone in trouble. A Clanmate. Did she care it was probably Stormpaw? No. She spotted the silver-grey head bob across the water. The current was not as strong, so there was still time, since he was still in the shallower part of the river leading up to the waterfall. Cloverpaw didn't think. She leapt towards Stormpaw, and shoved him to the side. Through the raging waters, she could just see Stormpaw dig his claws into the river edge. She water stung her eyes, and in the split second before they snapped shut, she spotted Stormpaw being heaved up by Swiftclaw.

What was I doing? Saving Stormpaw? She thought to herself. I am going to die, aren't I? Die for Stormpaw? No. Die for a Clanmate. Cloverpaw's body was whisked down the river, her bright ginger fur bright against the blue water. She was knocked against rocks, scraped against the rough sides of the gorge, body battered and bruised, but the pain was hardly felt.

"Swim, Cloverpaw, swim!" Rainfall cried. "Just try!"

Cloverpaw knew it was too late. She did not bother to lift a paw. Rainfall's yowls of "try, try…" faded away as he realized there was no hope.

"Cloverpaw! I was wrong about you!" Stormpaw cried. Cloverpaw thought she could hear genuine regret in his voice. "You are a great and noble cat!"

Cloverpaw opened her mouth to answer, but salty water choked her. She felt her eyes roll back…and her body tumble over the edge…and the numbness that overcame her body as she smashed into the rocks below.

Hope you enjoyed!
/don't own warriors/

-Cloud(y)