4 Works in Crookedjaw (Warriors)
And then he slipped. Back paws flailing around comically in thin air, he began to slide, feeling unyielding rock beneath the spray of mud anchoring him to the edge. A shadow flitted across his vision and for a second, the horrified amber eyes of the young ThunderClan warrior stared into his own. Terrified by the raw guilt he saw there and knowing that he definitely didn't want to die, Whiteclaw blinked back tears and yowled his last to the brightening sky. Sharp teeth brushed his paw as the earth gave way, torn claws and bleeding pads dragged over steep stone. 'Too little, too late," he thought grimly in that final, elongated moment. This was the end. This was his end.
“Follow the path of the rising sun to the place where River and Wind rule with Thunder and Shadow. Follow the path of the sun and you will have a new home…”
“Will we all be there at the end?” Shorttail asked. “Please!! Tell us if we will all make it!” he begged as the grass became snow and the sounds of running paws surrounded the three of them, cats who ran with the stars in their pelts and the sea at their paws.
“Four shall become Two…"
Disclaimers in the Notes.
Follow shadow kit though out her life
- Part 1 of Life in the clans
A thought from Crookedstar. What did define him? His name? His flaw?