It Was Dead

Cedarfur froze. In the bushes he stood, engulfed by the undergrowth and foliage. He had been chasing a toad in an utter attempt to catch it for his kits. The warrior had been chasing it for what seemed to be an eternity, patiently stalking the creature deeper into the Shadowclan territory.
However, the toad had stupidly wandered into the Thunderpath. It stood in the middle of the path, on top of the yellow line. A mangled hunk of crows food was beside it, and flies buzzed around it. Every warrior new that toads fed on insects such as flies, and this one must have been starving if it was to put itself in danger of a monster.
However, Cedarfur was not about to let the little amphibian go. The warrior had been in pursuit of it for too long. This was a meal for his children, and it seemed that there were no monsters around...
The warrior darted quickly into the clearing, alarming the toad and causing it to run along the side of the Thunderpath. Cedarfur chased it down the path, the blood rushing in his ears and adrenaline in his veins. This made the approaching whoosh of a monster not enter his consciousness. Only when the enormous creature rammed into him, screeching horribly with a blood curling scream; only when his world went black and his lungs refused to work, did he realize that he was in it's path.
Cedarfur was able to open his eyes once more into narrow slits, and through them he saw the toad. It was dead. The warrior groaned, ignoring the shrieks of the Twoleg. All he was concerned about was the bright light, blinding him. He saw a council of cats, transparent in their form, watching him. They were calling for him and accepting him. The middle cat, a small gray and white cat, smiled at him, and called his name.
Cedarfur.....
And Cedarfur answered.