SilverClan Prolouge

Water splashed onto NettlePaw's cheek.
"You're WaterStar now!!" WillowPaw squealed.
"If I'm WaterStar, you're DeadSoul!!" NetllePaw retorted. Willowpaw growled softly and pounced.
"Hey, ouch! Stop it!!" NettlePaw was wriggling everywhere like a helpless kit.
"I call being ThunderStar!" WillowPaw shrieked in her ear.
"You're a pretty-paw! I'm gonna be SharpStar!" NettlePaw leaped and slashed the air.
"No fair!" WillowPaw grumped. She nipped NettlePaw's paw softly.
"Okay, okay! What do you wana play?!" WillowPaw rolled over and pretended to give up.
"Ha, ha!" NettlePaw sliced at WillowPaw, with his paws. WillowPaw pushed him up and pounced on the brown apprentice.
"Enough you two, save the fight for the Shadow Rats!" A loud voice sliced the air.
NettlePaw slunk into the trees. "Sorry ThistlePelt." A gray warrior stood, his dull pink tail lashing, his ears perked and ready.
"We were just playing.." WillowPaw's tail was low and dragging on the ground, feeling guilty. ThistlePelt twitched his ears. Then he snorted,
"You two were loud enough to wake a dead NoTail!"
"But I've never seen a dead NoTail!"
"Thats the point!" Suddenly, a shadow covered the sky. Dark brown wings covered the clouds.
"HAWK ATTACK!" NettlePaw squeaked loudly.
"Get into the Cave!" ThistlePelt hissed, his pelt bristling with nervousness and anger. The mice ran, their legs pumping hard and ready to dart into the Cave, safe from anything." The screech of the beaked predator warned NettlePaw it was getting close! The hawk scraped it's talons across Nettlepaw's back and into his tail. He pulled and pulled. The talons scraped his ear. It was getting closer. ThistlePelt and WillowPaw were already in the cave.
"Hurry NettlePaw!"
"It's going to claw your ear off!" NettlePaw stared in horror at the bloody stump of an ear. She ran again, the ear shrieking of pain. and finally, she leaped into the cave and skidded to a halt with his claws. Blood dripped into his fur.
"WILLOWPOOL!" ThistlePelt's sharp squeak called to the talented medicine mouse. WillowPool dashed into the clearing, her mouth full of leaf-rolls. She peeled open a leaf and there was a stick of cobwebs,  marigold sour to the smell, and some yarrow.
"This marigold isn't strong enough." WillowPool muttered. She rolled open another leaf and some black roots appeared in the ivy leaf. She first chewed up the roots, spitting out the dirt and sticking it to NettlePaw's ear. It sled off slowly and plopped on the ground.
"Catchweed," she murmured. She rolled out a large ivy leaf and NettlePaw glanced at the plants. They we spiky and NettlePaw didn't know what it was for.
"Is it for the poultice?" She asked quietly.
"It's to help for the poultice to stick on the stub of an ear of yours." WillowPool  answered.