If Tigerclaw Hadn't Killed Redtail

TIP: If you haven't read 'Into The Wild' which you almost certainly have, considering that you're reading this, you should probably read that first!

Chapter One
Ravenpaw's mind spun as he heard Tigerclaw yowl,

"Run, Ravenpaw!" He looked at the large warrior with surprise in his eyes.

"But I want to fight!" As Ravenpaw spoke, his mentor threw off a RiverClan cat, the fur on his spine straight up.

"It's too dangerous! You can't stay any longer! Now go!" Ravenpaw still looked confused.

"Ravenpaw, your mentor's right!" Redtail had clung to the back of one of the attackers, and was clawing off fur. Ravenpaw quickly dipped his head, and then dashed away from the battle. Even though bushes scrapped his fur and brambles tore his skin, he kept running. But then, a thought entered his mind. What if they actually need me? Since Ravenpaw had been a kit, he had always been jumpy. Or, as Ravenpaw liked to say it, he was careful. Now's my chance to prove to everybody that I can be brave too! He slowed to a stop and turned around, being more careful of where he tread. When he had reached the battle scene, the battle cries had faded. Ravenpaw poked his head through some bushes and watched as a standoff unfolded. Redtail and Tigerclaw had backed the RiverClan deputy, Oakheart, up against a rocky slope and were snarling at him quite menacingly.

"It's over," Redtail meowed, blood dripping from his mouth. He turned and spat it out, and then continued, "All of your puny Warriors have fled. You shall never take this place fro-" He never finished; the ground began to rumble, and the three Warriors looked up the slope. Ravenpaw followed their gaze, and saw what they were staring at. Large boulders were crashing down, and while Tigerclaw and Redtail managed to leap out of the way, Oakheart was struck, and disapeared under a wave of rock an dust.