Cinderleaf Dialectical Journal

Today while Dovewing and I were helping with Molepaw and Cherrypaw's training, Dovewing told me that there is a fourth cat needed to complete the prophecy. She says Lionblaze thinks it's Hollyleaf and Jayfeather thinks it's Mothwing, but Dovewing thinks it's me! She says I should be because I risk my life every night in the Dark Forest for my Clan. I protested because StarClan hasn't sent me any special dreams, and anyways, if I'm spying every night while I'm asleep, when would I dream of StarClan? Cherrypaw complains that Molepaw is taking up the entire training hollow, so I tell him to move to the edge and start training to be a warrior, not a kit. I thought it was Hollyleaf, because, why else would she return to the Clan now?

Suddenly the growling was even more intense. It was menacing. Turning around thorough the glass window and darkness of night Caroline saw a pair of icy blue illuminating eyes staring back at her. Before she could calculate what was going on a large black wolf came through the glass window shattering it and a sharp pain dug in her neck and every thing went black.

Sigrid’s mouth fell slightly open. “Fíli…” She began, but suddenly a movement in the shadows caught his

I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be caught up in another battle so soon. " With that they turned away, long hair bellowing out behind them, as they took off across the grass strewn plain. Behind them lurked a boy, no older than a sixteen with not a hair grown upon his smooth features, paraded quickly after the creature. He was short, with a slim build and dark hair and skin.

Nick offered them some money and the merchants agreed to take him there. Suddenly a huge group of wild wolves attacked John and the merchants. All the carriages scattered and fled in different directions. But the wolves were still chasing John’s carriage. The horses weren’t fast enough when driving the carriage and the wolves were catching up. The merchant on John’s carriage was terrified, seeing as the wolves gets closer and closer, the merchant pushed John off the carriage, hoping that John could buy some time for him to escape.

A few months later, I found myself riding with Halt back to his quaint little cottage nestled in the woods. He was teaching me about animal tracks. As our horses tread against the snow that lay on the ground, I noticed a massive print next to the cottage, and Halt said it was a giant boar. A man was lying in the bushes and came out to claim that he had seen the boar first hand, and that it was a mad and destructive one. Halt told him to go to the castle and tell the Baron to gather a group of men so that we can all go hunt the boar in the morning. The next day, I found myself on horseback on the outside of a circle of warriors, and Horace. If the boar were to escape through our circle, I was to chase it down and finish it off with my bow.

The poor man lurches towards the nest, a blood trail left by the cut in his foot wanders behind the fellow. His stomach stirs up in a fit, he hasnt eaten in a few days. Footsteps echo throughout the corridor, drowsey the man confuses his own footsteps for those of the creature that defends this cavern. A cold air grazes his neck as he waits to see if the his ears have mistaken something else for the creatures footstep, all is silent only his breath pierces the air. A pidder padder rears it head, the sound of clomping crashes into the man 's eardrums as he begins to shake in fear. Chilled to his core he anticipates the worst, but yet in a surprising relief the

The four warriors push the boy behind them and Argus quickly scoops him up, scaling one of the trees on the right side of the clearing, near the river. The sound of the river does little to cover the sound of the terrible roars of the approaching beast. Titos and the others on the ground are tense, not even daring to blink as the danger grows closer. The air seems to stay still for a moment before the Nemean Lion comes into view taking the large shrubs and a young tree right out of the ground. The Nemean lion, although a monstrosity, has a sunken in stomach and white milky eyes that seem to be set towards the direction of the tree that Argus and Ryn are perched in. The boy frowns at the lion’s state, hugging the dead rabbit to his chest tighter.

Lin approaches a wounded stray with sleek, black fur. The feral cat flashes a set of white fangs. It bites Lin's hand and vanishes into the night.

“Listen, Taran,” he said gravely, “it is of the utmost importance that you get out of the city and to safety. We can’t lose you to the enemy.” He stood up and retrieved a sword in a black sheath from his desk.

He stopped immediately and spun around, looking blindly through the trees searching for her. “Who’s there? I-I-I have a bow, you know. S-stay

Intolerant of those words, Duddakub touched the hilt of his light sword. “No wonder why,” he muttered. He did not intent to fight, yet the Boar feared his move. An impressive sword-fight followed, with the two locking swords. Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The badger sets up a meeting between the creatures of Old Narnia and Prince Caspian on the Dancing Lawn. Doctor Cornelius shows up at midnight to warn the creatures that Miraz is rapidly approaching with his army. He suggests that they flee to Aslan’s How near Cair Paravel. Aslan’s How is an underground fortress surrounded by the Great Woods where they can defend themselves. The Narnians make it to Aslan’s How but are close to defeat after several quick fights with small bands of Telmarines. At another meeting, they discuss whether or not to use Queen Susan’s horn. They are unsure if Aslan will show up or the kings and queens of the Golden Age. They send out Patterwig the brave squirrel to

They were glad to see morning, the sun warming their pelts. “Your vigil is over.” Firestar said, brushing by them. “We have to do something so brave, that we become warriors.” Silver whispered in Silverpaws ear. “Ya.” Silverpaw replied. “Like fight off the danger that everyone talks about…… a loner named Bone who killed a whole hunting patrol!” Silver stalked towards the entrance after Silverpaw spoke. “Let's go! We know how to fight!” Silverpaw looked skeptical at Silver's statement. She bounded after silver. Silver and Silverpaw soon entered

There was that scent again.. overflowing with the sweet bitterness of iron. It wafted into the black wolf's nostrils, sending the canine's senses wild with an explosion of thoughts. An elk? 'Much too sweet.' Cautious, silent steps brought the dark figure through the thick of an overgrown path, rarely used by civilians in the past few years. Each one drew him closer to the fragrance that was beginning to ferment in the amber eye'd wolf's snout; beckoning him forward, luring him from the safety of his cave and surrounding territory - something the lone wolf didn't do for just anything. But the lingering smell was much too intoxicating to ignore.. igniting a fire within the male's paws as they began to rip through the terrain, carrying him forward with a lunge.