Birchfall's Death.. Part of the Warriors death by their names series

=Birchfall’s Death.. By Blossomfire101 (talk) 01:29, February 18, 2014 (UTC)B =  

My name is Birchfall, a ThunderClan warrior. I am a light brown tabby tom with amber eyes.

 

A gray squirrel dashed across a pile of leaves. I immediately went into a hunters’ crouch. Greenleaf was full of prey, and hunting was great.

I signaled to Brackenfur that I spotted prey. He kept silent. I cautiously crept up on the prey. It pricked it’s ears once, then continued nibbling on it’s nut. I was in pounce-range. I leap, accidentally kicking up some leaves. I thought was prey would disappear, but I leaped and felt the flesh in my claws. Once swift bite, it was laying limp in the paws.

“Great catch, Birchfall,” the golden-brown warrior said.

“Thanks, Brackenfur, shall we head back to camp? We caught a lot today,” I asked him.

“Yeah, three pieces of prey from each of us, surely the other patrols would’ve caught some too,” Brackenfur said and picked up his prey.

I walked over to him and picked up my prey. We set off again. The rest of the way was silent, because out mouth was full of prey. I looked at Brackenfur, who was staring ahead. Then, I heard a snap of a twig. I whipped my head around and saw a flash of russet fur. Fox <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">! I thought.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">My worried eyes concerned Brackenfur. I couldn’t whisper or mouth anything, or my prey will fall and the scent of blood would attract the fox. I continued ahead, Brackenfur still confused about what I was worrying about. I sighed and the prey came tumbling out. “Fox,” I said, expecting to see russet fur.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Brackenfur dropped his prey. “We need warriors to fight it off. The queens’ will be up all night protecting their kits, and that’s not what we want.” He said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I agree, but right now as we speak, it coming because of the scent of blood. It wants prey,” I said agreeing with Brackenfur.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Brackenfur was thinking. I was thinking. “Let’s just head back to camp, report to Bramblestar, then plan a real attack with  more warriors,” Brackenfur decided.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I nodded; we picked up our prey, and headed back to camp. ThunderClan camp was not far off from the fox-spotting. The thorn tunnel was ahead, we walked through it. No fox in the clearing attacking warriors, no trampled undergrowth. The camp was completely normal. We walked over to where the fresh-kill pile was and dumped our prey. Bramblestar was perched near the leaders’ den. “Bramblestar!” I called to him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You tell him, you saw it,” Brackenfur said, and he went off to the warriors’ den.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I padded up to where Bramblestar was. “What it is, Birchfall?” the dark tabby leader asked, concern filled his eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fox sighting. Me and Brackenfur were walking back and I saw it, we don’t want queens up all night because of this,” I reported.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bramblestar was understanding every word. “We will lead an attack on it on it tomorrow, I’ll tell the queens. Some cats are recovering from sickness and more warriors will be available.” Bramblestar decided.