Dovepaw didn’t know how long she could keep this up. It was an unfair battle. Two senior warriors versus a medicine cat apprentice. Dovepaw merpati underneath the tabby’s belly and clawed at his belly fur, then kicked out and hit his tendons, then quickly rolled aside to avoid getting crushed. Scarpelt jumped on bahagian, atas of her, holding her down sejak her shoulders. She squirmed out of his reach the kicked upward, in the center of his belly. He fell to the side. Scarpelt scrambled to his massive paws and attacked harder. He clawed at her face then against Dovepaw’s flank. Blood roared in her ears.
“Mange-pelt!” Dovepaw growled hoarsely.
Scarpelt jumped on bahagian, atas of her. Scraping his claw down her spine before crushing her with his weight. She cried out in pain.
The dark tabby was up again. He ran towards her. At the last moment he slid, sending dust into her eyes, then his hind paw smacked across her face. She tried to bolt away from him but he sank his teeth into her ear ripping at the tip. Dovepaw screeched in pain. She remembered something a past warrior had berkata to her:“In a fight, it’s like a frog in race against another. One is paddling along, while the other is going in circles down the river. Right now, anda are the frog going in circles, anda will never win unless anda go with the flow.”
The warrior had made no since. She turned and faced the tabby. She gave a running leap, aiming at his shoulders from the front. She soared through the air like a bird. She was a mouse-tail away when Scarpelt leaped and grabbed her sejak her scruff and flung her across the grassy clearing. Dovepaw tried to cry out as she was in the air but to no use. Her voice was gone from her early her cries. She could barely hear Dawnpaw and the patrol. Before she could be sure, she hit a huge pine pokok with an ugly thud. Dovepaw saw Dawnpaw there with the patrol, all of them with their eyes wide with disbelief. Dovepaw vision was a little spotty now. Then, she saw Whitejade, with stars in her fur.
“It is not your time, Dovepaw. Not yet. Starclan has great plans for you. Your father and I are both very proud of you.” Whitejade mew was sweet, like honey. “ We are with you, Dovepaw. We are with you…”
Her voice faded. Everything was almost silent. She saw warriors fighting. Someone running through the forest. After a while there, Dovepaw saw Mintflight over her. Then, everything went black.
“Mange-pelt!” Dovepaw growled hoarsely.
Scarpelt jumped on bahagian, atas of her. Scraping his claw down her spine before crushing her with his weight. She cried out in pain.
The dark tabby was up again. He ran towards her. At the last moment he slid, sending dust into her eyes, then his hind paw smacked across her face. She tried to bolt away from him but he sank his teeth into her ear ripping at the tip. Dovepaw screeched in pain. She remembered something a past warrior had berkata to her:“In a fight, it’s like a frog in race against another. One is paddling along, while the other is going in circles down the river. Right now, anda are the frog going in circles, anda will never win unless anda go with the flow.”
The warrior had made no since. She turned and faced the tabby. She gave a running leap, aiming at his shoulders from the front. She soared through the air like a bird. She was a mouse-tail away when Scarpelt leaped and grabbed her sejak her scruff and flung her across the grassy clearing. Dovepaw tried to cry out as she was in the air but to no use. Her voice was gone from her early her cries. She could barely hear Dawnpaw and the patrol. Before she could be sure, she hit a huge pine pokok with an ugly thud. Dovepaw saw Dawnpaw there with the patrol, all of them with their eyes wide with disbelief. Dovepaw vision was a little spotty now. Then, she saw Whitejade, with stars in her fur.
“It is not your time, Dovepaw. Not yet. Starclan has great plans for you. Your father and I are both very proud of you.” Whitejade mew was sweet, like honey. “ We are with you, Dovepaw. We are with you…”
Her voice faded. Everything was almost silent. She saw warriors fighting. Someone running through the forest. After a while there, Dovepaw saw Mintflight over her. Then, everything went black.
Dovepaw didn’t know how long she could keep this up. It was an unfair battle. Two senior warriors versus a medicine cat apprentice. Dovepaw merpati underneath the tabby’s belly and clawed at his belly fur, then kicked out and hit his tendons, then quickly rolled aside to avoid getting crushed. Scarpelt jumped on bahagian, atas of her, holding her down sejak her shoulders. She squirmed out of his reach the kicked upward, in the center of his belly. He fell to the side. Scarpelt scrambled to his massive paws and attacked harder. He clawed at her face then against Dovepaw’s flank. Blood roared in her ears.
“Mange-pelt!” Dovepaw growled hoarsely.
Scarpelt jumped on bahagian, atas of her. Scraping his claw down her spine before crushing her with his weight. She cried out in pain.
The dark tabby was up again. He ran towards her. At the last moment he slid, sending dust into her eyes, then his hind paw smacked across her face. She tried to bolt away from him but he sank his teeth into her ear ripping at the tip. Dovepaw screeched in pain. She remembered something a past warrior had berkata to her:“In a fight, it’s like a frog in race against another. One is paddling along, while the other is going in circles down the river. Right now, anda are the frog going in circles, anda will never win unless anda go with the flow.”
The warrior had made no since. She turned and faced the tabby. She gave a running leap, aiming at his shoulders from the front. She soared through the air like a bird. She was a mouse-tail away when Scarpelt leaped and grabbed her sejak her scruff and flung her across the grassy clearing. Dovepaw tried to cry out as she was in the air but to no use. Her voice was gone from her early her cries. She could barely hear Dawnpaw and the patrol. Before she could be sure, she hit a huge pine pokok with an ugly thud. Dovepaw saw Dawnpaw there with the patrol, all of them with their eyes wide with disbelief. Dovepaw vision was a little spotty now. Then, she saw Whitejade, with stars in her fur.
“It is not your time, Dovepaw. Not yet. Starclan has great plans for you. Your father and I are both very proud of you.” Whitejade mew was sweet, like honey. “ We are with you, Dovepaw. We are with you…”
Her voice faded. Everything was almost silent. She saw warriors fighting. Someone running through the forest. After a while there, Dovepaw saw Mintflight over her. Then, everything went black.
“Mange-pelt!” Dovepaw growled hoarsely.
Scarpelt jumped on bahagian, atas of her. Scraping his claw down her spine before crushing her with his weight. She cried out in pain.
The dark tabby was up again. He ran towards her. At the last moment he slid, sending dust into her eyes, then his hind paw smacked across her face. She tried to bolt away from him but he sank his teeth into her ear ripping at the tip. Dovepaw screeched in pain. She remembered something a past warrior had berkata to her:“In a fight, it’s like a frog in race against another. One is paddling along, while the other is going in circles down the river. Right now, anda are the frog going in circles, anda will never win unless anda go with the flow.”
The warrior had made no since. She turned and faced the tabby. She gave a running leap, aiming at his shoulders from the front. She soared through the air like a bird. She was a mouse-tail away when Scarpelt leaped and grabbed her sejak her scruff and flung her across the grassy clearing. Dovepaw tried to cry out as she was in the air but to no use. Her voice was gone from her early her cries. She could barely hear Dawnpaw and the patrol. Before she could be sure, she hit a huge pine pokok with an ugly thud. Dovepaw saw Dawnpaw there with the patrol, all of them with their eyes wide with disbelief. Dovepaw vision was a little spotty now. Then, she saw Whitejade, with stars in her fur.
“It is not your time, Dovepaw. Not yet. Starclan has great plans for you. Your father and I are both very proud of you.” Whitejade mew was sweet, like honey. “ We are with you, Dovepaw. We are with you…”
Her voice faded. Everything was almost silent. She saw warriors fighting. Someone running through the forest. After a while there, Dovepaw saw Mintflight over her. Then, everything went black.