Nerves gnawed at me as I followed Swiftpaw to Snakerocks. Hopeful to become a warrior, Swiftpaw had decided to chase out a pack of dogs. I tagged along - not because I wanted to become a warrior, but because I didn't want him to go alone.

Since we were only apprentices, I had a feeling it might go better for the dogs than it would for us. "They should be near here. Come on Brightpaw!" He called, looking towards me. Reluctantly, I followed him.

It didn't take long until we reached the area where the dogs had even reported to be. Swiftpaw nosed around, searching every mouse-length. I padded up beside him. "I can't find them..." he mewed shakily. Then he let out a piercing shriek. Trembling, I turned around and looked up.

A pack of large, hungry dogs were standing there, eyes gleaming. Frozen in fear, I watched as they mercilessly attacked Swiftpaw. One of the horrible beasts picked me up by my scruff and began swinging me around. I looked at the earth below me, as I had nowhere else to look. I shivered in the dogs jaws. For some reason, it released it's grip in me, and I hit the ground with a loud thud. Practically paralyzed, I moved my head to look for Swiftpaw. I couldn't see him. But I could hear him. I caught a glimpse of the black and white pelted tom, only to see him be taken away by a black and tan figure.

All of the dogs were brutally attacking him. One of the idiotic creatures must have caught my scent, as it turned away from Swiftpaw, and began to attack me. My heart was racing, but I could tell soon, it would stop completely. I closed my eyes, ready to be finished off by this cruel, blood-thirsty demon.