Mistaken (Poem-Story)

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This is just a little poem that I wrote. It's from Brightpaw's view when they went after the dog attack. I wrote it a long time ago, even before Secrets of Clans came out (which has it from Brightpaw's point of view too). So I didn't copy them. It was supposed to be a poem, but it's not a really good poem, so it's more like a little story-poem thing. lol

We thought we had been alone.
We were the enemy;
Stalking our prewy.
We would show how brave we were.
We would be praised.
No longer useless, nor traitors;
We would be heroes.

But we were mistaken.
Suddenly, we became the prey;
The hunters had become the hunted.
I heard the snarling of a dog.
I looked up and saw him;
He was as big as a badger,
As vicious as an adder.
He drooled savagely on the ground.

But surely we could take on the dog.
There was one of him,
And two of us.
But once again,
We were mistaken.
My heart stopped beating.
The dog pack was here;
They were going to kill us.

We leaped into battle.
I tried to be brave,
but could not.
I was not strong enough.
They tore me up with their sharp, sharp teeth.
Blood was everywhere.
I screamed,
I cried.
There were too many.

I caught a glimpse of my comanion.
He fought like all of StarClan.
Although covered with blood and mud,
His powerful muscles rippled under his fur,
his claws raked down many dogs' pelts.
He spat,
He snarled,
If only Bluestar could see him now.

As blood splattered my eyes,
I could see no more.
I could not see the dogs.
They took me by the scruff,
They shook me real hard.
I felt so strange;
Pain seared through my body.
Was I dying?

They dropped me into the dirt.
I could hear their teeth ripping somthing apart.
I heard the splattering of blood,
as it hit the ground.
The dogs' vicious snarls,
And the tearing of fur.
Then, they gave a howl,
And left.

I could barely move.
I could barely breathe.
My ginger and white fur was sticky with blood.
I could scent cat.
On wobbly paws, I crept over to the cat.
He lay on his side.
I still could see nothing.
Had I gone blind?

I felt his pelt with my nose.
It was soaked with blood.
He was cold,
He was not breathing.
I shook my head.
I could picture his black and white shape,
Soaked in his own blood,
Lying limp in the dirt,
Dead.

We had been mistaken,
We would never be seen as heroes,
Nor praised.
We would never be Warriors,
Not now.
What did we do?
What have we done,
That deserves this punishment?
I lifted my head up to the sky and cried;
"Why? What did we ever do?
Why did StarClan do this to us?
Why do they hate us?"

Tears flawed freely from my unseeing eyes,
Soaking my blood-stained fur,
I let out a both angry and mournful cry,
Then collapsed in exhaustion,
Next to the cold body of Swiftpaw.

-Brightpaw.