Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 11, 2006 10:52:11 GMT -5
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Chapter 1
Brookheart pounced. The vole lay dead after her claws had swiped at it. Brookheart was carrying the prey back to camp when she heard screeching. Hazelpaw! Her apprentice had gone hunting at the old badger den. There was no animal there now except for some prey, plentiful in new-leaf. She bounded towards him and found a crumpled brown body, blood all over. What had killed him? Brookheart pushed her muzzle into his bloody fur and yowled in anguish. A badger wouldn’t have done this, it would have eaten him. Monsters stayed on the Thunderpath…Brookheart shook her head and started to haul her apprentice’s body back to camp. Then…a flicker of his blue eyes! Brookheart put Hazelpaw down and stared. “Hazelpaw, are you okay?” He tried to answer her, but all that came out was “Ungh…” So Brookheart continued carrying back through the forest to camp, to Flamefoot, EarthClan’s medicine cat.
At sunhigh, Hazelpaw was resting in Flamefoot’s clearing, unconscious. Brookheart was discussing with Flamfoot in low voices.
“Flamefoot, will he live?” Brookheart’s question was uttered between sniffs, since she’d been crying.
“I don’t know yet…I’m doing my best to help him.” The old tom looked worried.
“Well, do you think he will?”
“I said, I don’t know!”
At that moment, Slashclaw, a handsome gray warrior, padded out of the warriors’ den. Brookheart stared. His amber eyes glowed as he looked in her direction. She stared some more. Finally their eye contact broke. Brookheart shook her head. She was just getting her nerve up to go ask Slashclaw to hunt when a cry from Flamefoo, who’d gone to check on Hazelpaw, cracked the silence in the air. “Brookheart, he’s stopped breathing!”
Brookheart gave Slashclaw one last glance and pelted towards the red tom. It was true, Hazelpaw wasn’t moving! Brookheart cried. Cried for Hazelpaw.
Slashclaw came up behind her shaking body and pushed his muzzle into her fur in an attempt to comfort her. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” But it wasn’t. Brookheart dropped down weakly and, as she drifted into sleep, felt the presence of Slashclaw’s warm body against hers.
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Chapter 1
Brookheart pounced. The vole lay dead after her claws had swiped at it. Brookheart was carrying the prey back to camp when she heard screeching. Hazelpaw! Her apprentice had gone hunting at the old badger den. There was no animal there now except for some prey, plentiful in new-leaf. She bounded towards him and found a crumpled brown body, blood all over. What had killed him? Brookheart pushed her muzzle into his bloody fur and yowled in anguish. A badger wouldn’t have done this, it would have eaten him. Monsters stayed on the Thunderpath…Brookheart shook her head and started to haul her apprentice’s body back to camp. Then…a flicker of his blue eyes! Brookheart put Hazelpaw down and stared. “Hazelpaw, are you okay?” He tried to answer her, but all that came out was “Ungh…” So Brookheart continued carrying back through the forest to camp, to Flamefoot, EarthClan’s medicine cat.
At sunhigh, Hazelpaw was resting in Flamefoot’s clearing, unconscious. Brookheart was discussing with Flamfoot in low voices.
“Flamefoot, will he live?” Brookheart’s question was uttered between sniffs, since she’d been crying.
“I don’t know yet…I’m doing my best to help him.” The old tom looked worried.
“Well, do you think he will?”
“I said, I don’t know!”
At that moment, Slashclaw, a handsome gray warrior, padded out of the warriors’ den. Brookheart stared. His amber eyes glowed as he looked in her direction. She stared some more. Finally their eye contact broke. Brookheart shook her head. She was just getting her nerve up to go ask Slashclaw to hunt when a cry from Flamefoo, who’d gone to check on Hazelpaw, cracked the silence in the air. “Brookheart, he’s stopped breathing!”
Brookheart gave Slashclaw one last glance and pelted towards the red tom. It was true, Hazelpaw wasn’t moving! Brookheart cried. Cried for Hazelpaw.
Slashclaw came up behind her shaking body and pushed his muzzle into her fur in an attempt to comfort her. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” But it wasn’t. Brookheart dropped down weakly and, as she drifted into sleep, felt the presence of Slashclaw’s warm body against hers.
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