Daughter-Of-The-Wood

"Brightpaw! Brightpaw wake up! Swiftpaw's holding the meeting now." Brightpaw opened her eyes slowly to see her brother, Thornpaw, leaning over her, his golden-brown tail twitching impatiently. "Has he told you what it's about yet?" She asked, groggily sitting up. "Not yet, but hurry up! It's being held near the dirt-place tunnel." "The dirt-place tunnel?" Brightpaw wrinkled her nose as she followed her brother out of the apprentice's den. Every cat in ThunderClan knew that the dirt-place tunnel was the best spot to get out of camp without being seen, not to mention the fact that it was almost Moonhigh. If they were caught, even the smallest

  A slight stumble Sent me sprawling With a clumsy fumble Into waters appalling. Around me the river surged With its great foamy torrents As I fought to submerge From the watery torments. Quick as a flash I was swept downstream Like a discarded piece of trash Caught in the river’s scheme. Straight up ahead A waterfall came into view And I knew with dread My death was due. Over the edge I plummeted With a terror-filled yelp As my sanity retreated And I was dead beyond help.