Okay, so here's the next chapter... Runningwind! This was suggested by my first review, so thank you! I did a little research on this warrior, finding out how he died. Turns out he was killed on patrol... a cat named Whitethroat had murdered him. So here you have it... I hope you don't mind it not being all that long! Sometimes the shortest of chapters mean so much more. =)
-Runningwind-
He can feel the power against one shoulder,
the slice,
the pain.
He stumbles backwards,
stunned by the blow.
He stares into evil eyes-
the eyes of Whitethroat.
He lunges,
leaps.
Claws at his pelt.
He feels the heat of the battle,
the blood that drips across his paws.
He feels the strength to fight,
feels the weakness of pain.
He is knocked to the ground,
shivers.
Hauls himself up.
Collapses.
No...
He must go on!
No...
Why are there so many?
Fireflies?
What are those crystals dancing about?
He is thrust into the bushes,
yowling.
Whitethroat comes closer...
He hisses to ward the enemy way.
It is no use.
The hiss is lost in his dry throat.
He yowls as he feels teeth...
Sharp teeth.
Why is there such harsh light?
Why is Whitethroat backing away?
Has he won?
Has he succeeded?
Yes, he has won!
Whitethroat has left go of him!
He has been released!
So why does success hurt so much?
Why is the blood still flowing?
Something flashes in his mind.
Like a ghost,
so brilliantly white.
He holds tight to himself.
He is slipping...
tilting...
He has not won.
He hasn't even fought his battle.
He has failed.
Whitethroat has destroyed him.
Another flash-
He tips,
his paws scrape earth to hold onto.
He yowls,
but could it only be a whisper?
Could it only be his imagination,
whisking him away?
This chapter really made me consider what it was like to die... I tied it in with the fact of fainting. How you feel like your whole world is slipping out from under you, and there are so many questions whizzing through your mind. Hope you enjoyed!
I'm not sure what the next chapter will be... but I'm sure it'll be a great idea. =)
-Eaglefeather15