Hawkfrost And Thunderclan Flight: A Narrative Fiction

It's head snapped up to another howl through the forest, it's eyes twitching as it took in the echoing sound. My hyperventilating breathing was the only sound I could hear, along with my thumping heart. As it concentrated on the continuous howling, I glanced to the left to see a sharp branch on the ground.

He heard another sound and this one had sounded a lot more different. It sounded like paws,but these were a lot more heavier than the wolves. He stood there frightened not knowing what to do so he did the only thing he thought was wise. He ran like his life depended on it which it did. The sounds that he can hear were the wolves paws and the paws of another animal that he was to scared to even find out what it was. All of the sudden he was trapped between the two large trees that are close together and he was panting from all the running he had done to get away from the animals. All of the sudden,he had felt

A chorus of howls echoed maliciously from the tree line. The air was dense with night and the humidity dulled Rainsford’s senses. Wolves, or any other manner of beast could be lurking within the shrubbery, their fangs dripping with blood. He jogged to the nearest tree and shimmied up its thick trunk. A rustle came from his left. “Hoo, Hoo!” Rainsford yelped in surprise as the owl took flight.

Hot breath misted the back of Aiden's legs as he put on one last burst of speed, shouting in attempt to scare the beasts pursuing him. "I'm one of you!" he yelled in frustration as two of the wolves pulled up alongside him, their keen eyes never leaving him. He tried to get ahead of them, to lose them in the forest, but his weak human legs were incapable of outrunning the long easy lope of the wolves. Then he remembered that he had and extra pair of legs, a pair of legs able to match, or even outrun wolves.

He turns around to find an enorumous animal , breathing on him. The animal had three eyes , two horns upon its head, and razor sharp teeth and claws. Rainsford shreiks,and the animal is upsetten by this and roars. Rainsford begins to run but the three eyed animal is faster and pins Rainsford against a boulder. Rainsford thrashes against the animal but it only makes it dig its claws into Rainsford's arms. Rainsford then hears something near the bushes and stops thrashing, the animal becomes tense.

“They themselves looked on when, bloody from my foes, I came from the fight where I had bound five, destroyed a family of giants, and at night in the waves slain water-monsters, suffered great pain, avenged an affliction of the Weather-Geats on those who asked for trouble – ground enemies to bits”(8).

The beast limped towards me, its eyes glowing red like the color of my blood, adrenaline pumps quickly throughout my body, it charges, hooves clacking along the cold dirt floor, its shaggy fur dripping with warm crimson blood. My breath is fast as I leap towards it, dagger raised. It punctures the soft skin, tearing the flesh of its bony chest. I follow the pattern; leap, stab, tear, duck, roll, aim for thigh and roll again. It howls in rage and leaps at me, its claws outstretched, I hold out my blade as it crashes into it, the knife reaching its' now motionless heart. Another comes at me, wanting to seek revenge for its fallen brother. It roars, spikes flaring in and out of

The din was frightful. Billie was crying as usual. Dave and Sol-leks, dripping with blood from a score of wounds, were fighting bravely side by side. Joe was snapping like a demon. Once, his teeth closed on the foreleg of a husky, and he crunched down through the bone. Pike, the malingerer, leaped upon the crippled animal, breaking its neck with a quick dash of teeth and a jerk. Buck got a frothing adversary by the throat, and was sprayed with blood when his teeth sank through the jugular. The warm taste of it in his mouth goaded him to greater fierceness. He flung himself upon another, and at the same time felt teeth sink into his own throat. It was Spitz treacherously attacking from the side.”

Firestar’s decided to hold a meeting, probably about WindClan, when I heard another bout of gossip. Everything’s been really strange: Hollyleaf returning, Cinderheart being an incarnation of a dead cat. It must really be weird for Ivypool, since Cinderheart was her mentor. Cinderheart and Hollyleaf sat together for the meeting, which provoked a rude comment from Foxleap, but he was scolded by Millie. Firestar announced the truth about Sol, and the Clan was furious. Blossomfall, Rosepetal, Hazeltail, and Mousewhisker are all lucky that we didn’t tell the Clan what we heard them saying. We started to put together a battle plan, such as blocking the tunnels, but Hollyleaf said that we shouldn’t block every tunnel. She said that the WindClan cats need to be kept in a small area for the attack and to block the farthest tunnels so we weren’t surrounded. Brambleclaw asked her to teach us to fight down there, and she agreed. Ivypool and I were put in the first patrol, so we went with Hollyleaf, Brackenfur, Brightheart, Toadstep, and Thornclaw. It was so dark that Thornclaw began to panic, but Hollyleaf managed to calm him down. We found a small cave to practice battle moves, which were a combination of skills so we don’t hit our heads, and some moves Brightheart has since she’s blind in one eye, and is used to darkness. When we got back to

Adrenaline was rushing through every vein in my body granting me immunity from doubt and logic. I tuned out the distracting clattering of my brother and the disappointed sigh from my mother as she heard my shrieking. Working with my teammate, Garen, we held back at the final turret. Delightfully murdering minion after minion, I slowly built up my courage. Suddenly one of the enemy champions wandered a bit too close for his sake. I grinned instantly planning to stun him. My hands moved as if by magic, the exact movements had become muscle memory. I used my right hand to place the cursor expertly over his poor head; in a split second, I had struck down on the "E" key stunning him. I smugly smiled; his health was about to drop instantly by 370hp after I landed my attack. Suddenly, my teammate jumped on the opportunity. As a close range attacker, he had gambled his life to flash into unsafe territory. I remained behind supporting to the best of my ability. Anxiety flooded my previously excited body; he had made it awfully effortless for us to be ambushed. Swiftly, Lux and Trundle emerged from the shrubbery on either side of us. My brain froze; my heart dropped to my

Breathless, Alex ran through the forest. It was twilight, normally his favorite time of day, but this golden hour took on a malicious tone. These woods were full of weeds, slippery moss covered stones , and twisted, thorny vines. Alex’s foot caught on a snarled root, and he tumbled onto the cold dirt. Alex sensed something was amiss, and he knew The Beast was growing ever nearer. As Alex lay sprawled on the forest floor, a single thought ran through his mind. “I’m done.” with the will to live draining from him. Alex lay still in the dirt and leaves resting for his last time. The soreness in his legs was so unbearable he wanted the release of death; craved for it even. “Thump”....... “Thump” The Beast's feet approached slowly and

My armor, which has shielded me before, I began to take off. My protection has been ripped from me as for Grendel is no match for me, my bare hands are all I will use. Fighting is my strength and I foresee me as dangerous Grendel. Proving my strength and courage I will fight unarmed, therefore death will come to me or Grendel at this Battle. Although, Grendel is vigorously strong, whereas I know sword play, I was unarmed, but confident with myself. Waiting in the darkness for the enemy to arrive. Preying on the innocent, feeding on flesh, would come to an end tonight, eager and enthusiastically waiting for the demon to make a move. The waiting is over blows from the ruthless began, he started manipulating a Geat on a bench. The claws approach

“My! what a rain? It’s good two years sence it rain’ like that.” Exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alcee helped her to thrust it beneath the cracks.” The author showed us how the storm became a positive thing by bringing the two lovers together after a long period. Due to heavy downpour, fate brought Alcee into the home of Calixta, where the two lovers re-ignited their feelings for each other. It also acted as a barrier by keeping Bobinot and Bibi away from home. This reminded me of “The Story Of an Hour”, where the death of Mr. Mallard gave Ms. Mallard a spirit of freedom she had never experienced. Instead of being sad, Ms. Mallard continued to say the words, “Free, free, free!”

Why did I do this," his arms became heavy now as he hacked and pulled the space behind him shortening as he could sense the space ahead, but not see it. "So close," hack and pull the machete was covered with thick sap, making it heavier and harder to cut. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he said louder and louder as his arms were a whirlwind of motion the brambles behind beginning to reach out, starting to wrap around his feet and legs as he struggle to pull up. Pants and feet beginning to be bound as he pulled up, the next adrenaline rush was all fear this time, his breath short and in gasps as he felt himself closed in. The branches and brambles reaching for him, to smother him, cover