Brightpaw froze in terror, "There are dogs at Sunningrocks? But there can't be we were just there." she meowed in alarm, she knew that there wasn't dogs there.  Even worse the dogs had attacked her mother, Gorsefeather.  Voleclaw padded over to her and nuzzled her affectionately.   He said, "I am terribly sorry Brightpaw, but your mother is dead."

   Brightpaw yowled to the sky, "Why would you do this to me?  Not my mother, you took my mother!"  Swiftpaw hurried to her and pressed into her, she was in so much greif that she just leaned on him, thankful for the support.   After a little while she retreated to the apprentice's den.  When they brought Gorsefeather into the clearing she ran to the patrol as they laid her down and hissed at them to get away.  She spent the whole vigil with her mother's body with her face burried in her mom's soft fur.  In the morning she retreated to the apprentice's den to catch some sleep.   She woke about midday to Swiftpaw pacing the den.  She asked him what was wrong and he said, "You are ok, aren't you?"  She replied, "I am perfectly fine, but why do you care?"  He didn't reply he just stared at the wall, then he went to his nest and went to sleep.  Brightpaw didn't want to talk to anyone else about her mom.  She tried to sleep, but couldn't.   She woke Swiftpaw up and asked if she could share his nest with him, he nodded and made room.  She fell aslepp quicker than she thought she would.  When she woke it was really late at night and she couldn't get back to sleep.   So she woke Swiftpaw up and he asked if she wanted to go and see the dogs. She agreed to go with him to kill the dogs.   I was relieved, because I didn't want him to go alone,  without anyone.  I breathed a quick sigh of relief.  He was already at the entrance and we headed out together. When we got to  Sunningrocks we were in for the suprise of our lives.  We entered a cave and there was nothing in there, but when thwy spun around they saw the four huge dogs in the cave entrance, and they caught started saying, "Pack, Pack, Kill, Kill", and boy were they excited to kill us.  We screeched and sent thrushes flying into the trees.