100 Tales 57
Behind my Back
It was a relatively normal day.... I hunted, I patrolled, and I cared for the kits.
I went out on the dawn patrol—we had found evidences of WindClan stealing some of our prey. We had decided to ambush their sunset patrol.... But we had marked all the trees and even every single blade of grass on our borders.
I hunted at sunhigh. It was really nice out in the forest—peaceful, and you could hear the little rivers running.
"Icepaw! Behind you!" Rosepaw suddenly screeched. Graystripe started to dash over to help me.
I turned around. Behind me was.... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! StarClan, help me!" I begged.
For coming up behind me were two huge, vicious WindClan warriors; they had their very long claws extended and their very sharp teeth bared.
I let out a scream as they both leaped on me.
I tried to fight back. I wish I could say that I got away unharmed; only I didn't. I waited for my Clanmates to help me, but pretty soon even more WindClan cats poured out of the bushes, and we didn't have a chance. Us—the patrol, made up of Rosepaw, Graystripe, Brightheart, and I—were all killed.
Will this teach me to be more careful and glance at what's behind my back more often? Well, it's kind of hard to say—but I'm dead.
