The Willow and the Stream ( Death Topic)

Meadowpaw had been out alone, trying to find a piece of fresh-kill to bring back to Sunningrocks, though she didn't know how to hunt yet. Suddenly the young cream-colored she-cat apprentice heard a wail ahead. Meadowpaw's head shot straight up, and she automatically opened her mouth to taste the air for trouble. She smelled the water of the river close by, and... along with the mist spraying from the river came a fear-scent.

Panicking, the newly appointed apprentice picked her way through the ferns and bushes until she reached the border. She looked across the river to the distant shape of the deadly gorge. She let out a wail of dismay as she saw the body of a cat clinging desperately to a small ledge jutting out the side of the gorge. Meadowpaw paced nervously along the border, looking around on the RiverClan side of the stream to see if any cats would come to aid the helpless cat.

The cream she-cat could hardly bear to just stand there and watch a cat at the end of its life, but Meadowpaw was nervous of crossing the border. If there were already RiverClan cats coming, wouldn't they be angry at her for crossing the border if they were already going to help?

She sighed with relief as she saw another shape of a cat emerge from the shadows. The apprentice watched as the cat hurried over to his Clanmate, and she felt a jolt of worry as she wondered if he would be able to help her in time.