Chapter five: Fallen Teardrops...
Crowpaw watched the sun sink below the horizon. The tom sighed as he opened his wings, and flew to find prey for the clan. It was turning leaf-bare, so prey was needed. He landed at the best place for hunting; Fresh Fields. A small mouse scuffled around as it searched for food. Crowpaw got into his hunting crouch, and leaped at it. It made a small squeak as it was caught. Crowpaw swiftly bit its neck, then decided to walk to camp. He never got to walk because of his wings.
The tom ran swiftly to camp, then a growling noise sounded close behind. The stench of the creature found its way to his nose. Fox! He though. Quickly stretching his wings, he flew upwards, but the fox leaped on his back. The jet black tom fell to the ground and struggled under the fox's grip. Then, a quick figure raced past and rammed into the fox. The creature snarled and bit his neck. Crowpaw screeched in pain as the tear of the vile thing tore at his neck fur.
Then, he heard battle screeching coming towards him. The fox let go and snarled. Scents of his clanmates filled the air. Rainpaw charged at the fox and jumped on its back. The apprentice was thrown off, but she was ready, and slashed its side. Ashtalon, Thundersmash, and Hawkpaw ran towards the fox. It whimpered then ran for it. Crowpaw felt the world around him fade. Rainpaw ran over to him and desperatly tried to wake him. Tears streamed down her face.
The tom woke up slightly in the medicine cats den, Rainpaw at his side. The blue-grey she-cat looked very tired. Her eyes were closing, then, she fell over, asleep. He then blacked out again.