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Injured

"Sparrowpaw, that is enough!"

Sparrowpaw scoffed at his overprotective mentor, Thunderflight, as the apprentice dug his claws into the bark of the tree and pulled himself further up.

"I mean it, Sparrowpaw!" Thunderflight warned and lashed his golden tail as he watched his apprentice climb higher and higher up the large tree. "If you don't come down, you will be cleaning the elders den for a moon!"

Sparrowpaw ignored the senior warrior and climbed higher into Cloud Toucher. Cloud Toucher was the largest tree in the entire forest, it towered over the other trees and it is said that once you reach the top, you can see past the mountains.

The only problem was that only one cat had ever really climbed to the top and that wasn't even in Sparrowpaws lifetime. He had only heard stories from the elders from when they were kits and heard from their elders.

By the time Sparrowpaw was halfway up the tree, he had started to grow tired. This was one of the many reasons that barely anyone had reached the top. Before they even started, they were already exhausted and either came down or fell off.

the other reason that so many warriors hasn't made it to the top was the fact that as you went higher, the branches started thinning out and it was a greater distance from one branch to the next.

Sparrowpaw stopped to rest on a long, thick branch as he gasped for breath. He was determined to make it to the top, despite the odds and his mentors screaming, which had now faded to a mere whisper.

The dark brown apprentice looked around, he was barely higher than the treetops. He could see Thunderflight pacing below, his sister, Kesteralpaw, launching herself at Gorsepaw as their mentors stood by the side and watched.

Sparrowpaw shook off his exhaustion and dug his claws in the bark again. He was almost at the top, he just needed to keep telling himself that and before he knew it, elders would be talking about him not some kit from nearly two generations ago.

Sparrowpaw pulled himself higher into the tree and used a thin branch for leverage. He could already taste the clouds on his tongue!

The apprentice tried to claw his way to the next branch, when suddenly, there was a snapping sound and the branch he was standing on, disappeared underneath his feet.

Sparrowpaw plummeted down, screaming as his body hit branches, twigs and leaves. Every time he tried to twist his body around so his feet were falling first, he would hit something and it would knock him back around.

"Sparrowpaw!" Thunderflight screamed as he watched Sparrowpaws body slam against a particularly thick branch with a violent crack! And it wasn't the tree that had snapped.

Sparrowpaw hit the ground with a sickening thump. He wasn't moving as Thunderflight raced to his side and tried to nudge him awake.

"Help! Someone help!" Thunderflight cried as he pushed against his apprentice again. Suddenly, Sparrowpaws eyes snapped open and his front claws shot out. "Oh, thank StarClan you're alright! I-"

"My les." Sparrowpaw gasped, "I can't feel my back legs. Oh, StarClan! I can't move my legs!" he was screaming by now as Gorsepaw, Kesteralpaw, Twistedtail, and Goldensong broke through the bushes.

"What happened?" Gorsepaw screeched as he and Kesteralpaw rushed to Sparrowpaws side.

"He fell from Cloud Toucher! I tried to stop him from going up but he wouldn't listen!" Thunderflight cried.

Kesteralpaw whirled around, "Unless you physically climbed up after him, grabbed him by the scruff and carry him back down; you didn't try hard enough!"

"Please, help me!" Sparrowpaw whimpered, "I can't feel my legs..."

Goldensong shared an uneasy glance with Twistedtail as they tried to help Sparrowpaw to his feet. Only the front two would stand while the back two flopped to the ground like a tree falling after it couldn't hold itself up anymore.

"Sparrowpaw, I've seen this before in my mother before she died." Twistedtail said sadly, "I don't have to be a medicine cat to tell that you broke your back."

"Its not his back he can't feel, it's his legs!" Gorsepaw whined as he tried to help his friend to his feet again.

"Sparrowpaw, tell me when you can't feel my claw anymore," Goldensong sighed as she unsheathed her claws and lightly ran them from Sparrowpaws neck to his tail.

Sparrowpaw stopped her about halfway down and cried after that, "I can't feel it! I can't feel anything!"

"That is where you broke your back, anything below it, you won't be able to move." Twistedtail explained sadly, "ever."

Sparrowpaw wheezed in exhaustion as he pulled his body across the CreekClan camp. He couldn't believe that it had been four full moons since he had lost any feeling in his legs. It felts like so much longer.

"Aw, is little Sparrowpaw tired?" Weaselfang mocked as he watched the apprentice drag himself to the food pile. "Isn't now one of the times you wish you hadn't been stupid enough to climb that tree?"

Sparrowpaw ignored him as he picked a mouse off of the pile and started dragging himself back to the elders den. He had moved in there permanently after his accident because Yarrowstar had told him that he would never become a warrior or be of any use of the Clan.

Sparrowpaw collapsed on the moss bedding next to Blindeyes, an elder who also went into early retirement because he lost his eyesight. But at least Blindeyes had the chance to become a warrior, Sparrowpaw didn't even have the chance to serve his Clan.

"Is it Weaselfang, again?" Blindeyes asked, "that cat is plain evil. His entire family is too. His mother, his brother, his sister and him are the cruelest warriors in all the Clans!"

Weaselfangs mother was banished when the previous leader, Webstar, had found out that she had been secretly meeting with a member of BreezeClan. Her kits stayed in CreekClan, being too young to fend for themselves.

Yarrowstar was Weaselfangs brother, and not even Sparrowpaw knew how he was somehow chosen to lead a Clan. He was downright mean and had taunted Sparrowpaw when he found out the apprentice couldn't move his lower half.

"Don't listen to him, Sparrowpaw, one day, you will have your revenge and that pathetic warrior won't know what hit him." Blindeyes reassured. He had no idea how far those words had gone to Sparrowpaw.

Sparrowpaw grinned as a plan formed in his head. He waited and watched as the Clan carried themselves through out their day, without even know what Sparrowpaw was thinking.

Finally, night had hit and Sparrowpaw made his move. Weaselfang was on guard duty and was pacing back and forth like he was above everyone else. Sparrowpaw dragged himself out into the clearing and towards the unsuspecting warrior.

"What are-" Weaselfang was cut off when Sparrowpaws paw came forward and slammed the toms head against the ground. He shoved a piece of moss deep down into Weaselfangs throat before he could react.

"CreekClan will be better without you." Sparrowpaw hissed as he unsheathed his claws. Fear scent fell off the warriors body in waves as he glanced at Sparrowpaws sharp claws. Sparrowpaw noticed this and grinned, "aw, is little Weaselfang scared?"

Weaselfang squirmed but Sparrowpaw had a strong paw placed over the warriors throat. The other one rest on the ground to steady himself from falling over.

"You tormented me for moons. I was broken, mentally and physically since I fell from that tree. You and Yarrowstar hurt me more than a broken back ever would." Sparrowpaw snared as his claws dug deeper into Weaselfangs flesh. "And now, you are never going hurt me again."

The moss shoved down the light brown warriors throat kept his screams from echoing around the camp as three clean cuts were made across his throat.

Sparrowpaw grinned maniacally as he pulled himself back towards the elders den. Even the injured could get their revenge and the young apprentice had just proven that.

Sparrowpaw curled up in a ball and slowly drifted off to sleep with the image of Weaselfang dying, replaying over and over again in his mind. All he could see was his wide eyes and blood spilling from his throat.

He didn't see the creek that ran through the camp, dampen his feet. He didn't see the wet footsteps he left, trailing back to the elders den. And he certainly didn't see his sister watching the entire thing.

Sure, the water had washed the blood off his paws and the paw prints would have disappeared by morning, but nothing Sparrowpaw could ever do would erase the image from Kesteralpaws mind.

Sparrowpaw killed Weaselfang, Sparrowpaw killed Weaselfang!

Thewords repeated in her mind. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that her injured brother had become a murderer.

I know it isn't too great, but I'll work on getting better!