Smidepaw pondered through the woods. She wasn't paying attention to the light footsteps behind her. She just began her training. She wasn't so experienced with hunting and fighting. There was someone watching her. A twig snapped. Then out of the bushes a wolf lunged out onto her. The wolf started clawing her. "HELP!" She pleaded Then, out of the blue another wolf came. She tried clawing. But there was more then 2, a third one behind. It lunged too much. "HELP help.. he!" Get weaking and weaker. She was losing to much blo0d. Her last memory was her screaming and yelling for help pain aching tiredness the bl0od thirsty wolves. Ketchup everywhere. Soon the world faded away...
