Hi all,
I'f you’ve read my blog posts for a while you might remember when I posted about the Warriors Short Story Competition. The book series, written by Erin Hunter, has been a favourite of mine for years now and I was so excited to enter. I didn’t win, but I did promise to eventually post my entry for you to read. I think you’ve waited long enough to see what my FanFiction is like!
Brightpaw swings around, expecting a short trek to Snakerocks. Instead, she finds that they've arrived already.
"How did we get here?"
Swiftpaw nudges her with a purr. "We walked, mousebrain!"
"But I don't remember-"
"Quiet!" Whitestorm raises his tail. "What can you two smell?"
Swiftpaw eagerly inhales. "Dogs!"
"Dogs?" Brightpaw echoes, her tail drooping.
This doesn't happen like this.
"Yes, I'm sure of it!" Swiftpaw continues to meow excitedly. "Do we get to chase them off, Longtail?"
Brightpaw wants to speak but finds herself unable to. Her mouth goes dry, and her paws feel rooted to the spot.
There's a panicked yowl from the patrol as a dog seems to appear from the rocks in front of them. Its large body ripples with a bark and it pulls its lips back in a snarl.
"Longtail!"
Swiftpaw's panicked scream makes her flatten her ears. The tabby tom is being dragged back into a forest by another dog who just came out of nowhere. Another has Swiftpaw pinned. She screams as the dog darts forward, going for her friend's neck. Before the teeth can make contact, the black and white tom disappears into a fine mist. Her fellow apprentice is completely gone and now the dog is glaring at her.
None of this happened this way!
She looks to her mentor for comfort, but Whitestorm isn't there anymore. Instead, a pure white she-cat is stood in his place, her green eyes flashing with fury.
"Come and get me, mange-pelt!" The she-cat yowls.
No! She wasn't here!
The white cat sprints forward like Swiftpaw did. Her paws pound against the earth, sounding like thunder in Brightpaw's ears. She can only watch in horror as her beloved daughter springs forward, her claws outstretched, ready to fight like all of LionClan.
"Whitewing! No!"
Everything seems to happen in slow motion as the dog snaps its jaws around Whitewing's torso. The dog pins her beneath one of its grubby paws. Her daughter looks at her mother with fear in her green eyes.
"Mother!" She cries out, clawing at the ground with her free paw.
"Whitewing!" Brightpaw is still frozen to the spot, no matter how much she wills her body to move. "Whitewing!"
"Mother!"
The last shout is clearer, and Brightheart's eye snaps open. The ginger and white she-cat shoots out of her nest with a gasp, taking several clumps of clawed moss with her.
Her daughter brushes against her with a purr. "I'm here, mother."
Brightheart takes a moment to catch her breath. "Another nightmare."
"I've asked Thornclaw to cover my spot on the dawn patrol. I can stay here with you."
"You don't have to pause your warrior duties to worry about a silly elder."
Whitewing brushes her tail against her mother’s chin. "I don't have to, but you know I will. Why don't we go out for a walk to clear your head?"
"I'd like that," She purrs. "I love you."
Whitewing grins just like Swiftpaw used to. "I love you too, mother."
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That’s it for this week! Next week will be my year in review, so keep an eye out for that. See you next Sunday.
