Two cats slithered through the undergrowth. Night had fallen a while ago, most cats in the camp asleep.
"Swiftpaw," The ginger-and-white molly whispered. "I heard something over by that tree." She comes to a stop and pointed with her tail. A silent pause followed, the calm before the storm. The black-and-white tom lifted his tail to tell her to stay there while stepping forward towards the tree. "Swiftpaw?" She says again. "Swiftpaw I thi-" The rest is a blur.
"Swiftpaw?"
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"Swiftpaw."
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"SWIFTPAW!"
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Brightpaw. Alone. By the tree. Dogs. All around. Trying. To bite her head. I won't. I won't let.
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He ran forward.
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He took the hit.
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He lost part of himself.
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Someone shook him awake.
"Swiftpaw! We thought you died. Thank StarClan!"
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Swiftpaw's Quest | If Swiftpaw Lived
FanfictionSwiftpaw is tired. Tired of being an apprentice. Tired of being mistreated. Tired of being ignored by his clanmates and leader. He can only be so tired before he has to do something. Anything. A series of attacks on snakerocks may be just the thing.
