Clans: A Narrative Fiction

“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.

He looked up at me as I tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay. “Help is on the way.” I could feel the fear in his eyes.

I weave in and out of the last of the summer apple trees, beside the deep pool, the weeping willows cry out as the wind rattles their bones. The howling tempestuous wind carries me into a clearing where a little girl, with her hair like an inferno splayed around her head like a delicate band, lies asleep in the silvery moonlight. I fly right up to her and land on her chest, where a scarlet black rose lies dead upon her breast. I wake up. I don’t know where I am.

“AHHH!” I screeched. My voice echoed and I crumpled to the floor. As I lay on the ground, a smell seemed to enter and toxicate the air. I didn’t run, I didn’t fight the urge to fall asleep, I didn’t care if I died right there and then. In my mind I had already died, and my spirit was still back in bed dreaming of nothing important. I was just a body, a body waiting to meet the horror of this white prison. As I lay crying and beginning to holsinate another wave of white washed over me.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

"It's okay, will put you on antibiotics, until your wounds fully heal, okay?" My aunt asks him.

“That would be a poor decision. There are far too many dangers out there, and your broot is nearly dead.”

“I’m going to need a full report on his wounds and injuries. Also, I’ll need to speak with him as soon as possible.”

It was like two hands intertwining together when the moon’s light peeked through the gargantuan sycamore trees. We are on the treacherous run to freedom, and I am eager to get there. Because of my bistered skin, I was shackled and cuffed, and forced to work in a field my whole life without my family. If all goes well tonight, I will be a free man who makes his own decisions instead of having everything forced upon me by an austere master. It seems like we had been running for days and my feet had never felt pain this agonizing until now. We slid through the woods like a snake slithering towards its prey until we began to hear voices. They echoed through the trees and would not stop. Ducking behind opaque bushes, we waited for the signal

I just led us in a straight line,” Ben adamantly tried to explain. Then, a cacophony of twigs breaking and bushes rustling started in the distance ahead of them. The relaxed ambiance dropped suddenly. They stood there frozen from fear as the sounds began to move nearer and louder. Then all at once, they began running in the opposite direction they had been walking in, and went straight back to the bonfire to seek the comfort and protection of their family. When they got there, they saw no trace of their brothers or sisters. Each of their minds raced, just pleading for an answer to what had happened to the people they had depended on. Each of them came up with an idea of their

My shuffled jog catches on the roots of a tree and I’m hurled through the air. Sharply landing in a small clearing, I see William sitting and drinking from his canteen in a innocent state of bliss. Does he realize we’re lost? No one will miss us, I don’t suspect father even knew we were coming. I get up and strenuously crawl over to him, my muscles tight and aching. Silently he hands me the bottle, and I gulp down the remnants of our water. Tired and hungry we sit for few minutes before continuing on. We don’t know where we’re going or factly where are; but, we can hear the clouds tumbling in and anywhere becomes better than

She slowly lifted her vision from the ground up towards the view of the forest. As she moved her head from side to side she looked in wonder at her surroundings. All she could see expanding right in front of her eyes was a beautiful crystal clear water hole with waterfalls rushing in from either side. Behind this amazing waterhole towards the right there was yet another exit out of the forest, although this one seemed different … it lead towards her street that she last remembered living on. Annabel seemed very relieved to see this exit but there was something that seemed to stop her walking out into her freedom. The thought of leaving the forest meant she would say goodbye to her parents for good. Annabel couldn’t bear to do this; she couldn’t live with herself if she knew there was something else she could do that might reunite her with her

Though she is weak, she struggles. I whisper soothing words to her as I carry her through the woods; if only she could understand that no harm will come to her by my hand. When she goes still, my heart twists in my chest. She has not left this world, I realize, but is staring at me with an intensity that makes the heat of fire seem dull. This is the first day that I have ever held a life in my arms, and it shakes me. Her soul is laid bare before my eyes, and I wish to shelter it from the snowfall. She does not see this, and though my words may be futile, they carry weight.

“ Common there is nothing that we can do to help him,,,,, he's gone.” Riley said softly.

In The Last Hope, the Dark Forest is finally defeated when they attack the Clans. They survived once they united as one to drive out the Dark Forest, though there were many losses to the Clans. StarClan (where cats go after their first death and leave forever at their second death) received many warriors, but the Clans lost many warriors. The Clans had the advantage of the battle because they were prepared and also they lived around trees. The Last Hope is a sad and at the same time exciting because many deaths come, but the Clan’s greatest enemy gets destroyed completely and