"Longtail, wait!" I darted after the blind tom. I could hear my clanmates calling for me to come back but I ignored them. I ran into camp and glanced around until I saw the old tom's tail disappear into the elders den.

I streaked over to him and tried to shove him out of the entrance again. "Hey! Briarpaw?" He meowed in confusion, the mouse in his jaws muffled his voice.

"We have to get out, now!" I yowled frantically as I tried to push him into the camp clearing. My fur had started to bristle in fear as I thought I heard a creak.

"Hold on, I just need this mouse for Mousefur." Longtail meowed slowly and started to pad out of the den. I sighed with relief but quickly took my breath back.

The cream I had heard was becoming loud and louder, a ear shattering crash echoed through the air and I grabbed the old tom by the scruff, but it was too late.

A giant weight landed on my back and I thought I heard something crack. Longtail's yowl faded into nothing as agony burned up my spine. I struggled to escape from the fallen branches but soon realized I couldn't move my back legs. As I moved fierce pain rippled through my body and I screamed.

Blackness closed in on the edges of my vision but I fought to keep it away. It seemed like I laid there for hours upon hours before I heard the yowls of my clanmates. Branches around me shook and I knew they were trying to help. I smiled faintly at their efforts, but I knew I would die. I let the darkness slide across my vision and my body went limp.

My eyes cracks open and I looked around the shadowy den I was in.

Am I in StarClan?

A figure came I to my vision and I realized it was Jayfeather, my medicine cat. Millie came over with tears streaming down her face.

"My baby, oh my precious kit, your alive." She cried out and snuggled closer to me. The pain in my legs had been replaced by numbness.

"Longtail..?" I murmured half to myself. Millie glanced away from my face and then she whispered.

"He's dead, Briarpaw."