Chapter 3
Greykit landed in a field of thorns, under the ledge that the Thunderclan camp was on. He squirmed to break free from the painful thorns, to no avail. The thorns tore his pelt and skin, he yowled in pain, but nobody heard. Thorns tore through his pads, scathing his legs and back. He was bleeding profusely. Greykit sighed, “I’m going to die.” he thought. Greykit rustled, but wasn’t able to escape the thorns that entangled his legs and pelt. He pulled, but fell deep into the bush. Greykit yowled, and then his sight went black.
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