Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20161119194500/@comment-27669385-20161219044607

Pigeonpaw launched herself at Sandshade, her teeth bared.

She gripped her by the throat, snarling, eyes blazing with a wild, cold fire. Warm blood dripped onto her paws, but she ignored it, wrestling with Sandshade. She felt the warrior's struggles growing father apart, and her body going limp. Releasing her, she stepped back and stared into her green eyes. "What? Didn't think an apprentice could kill you? Thought you were stronger?" She taunted. "News flash, sweetheart. I've been trained by the best."

She kicked Sandshade, relishing the way the she-cat flinched weakly. "I wonder if they have StarClan for faded cats." She snarled, blood staining her yellow teeth.

//-//

Sandshade choked, the puncture wounds in her throat burning. Pain flooded her body. Her throat, her back, her shoulder. It all hurt. Her legs were too weak to move, much less stand.

She lay on the damp, crimson-stained moss, her dappled fur sticky with drying blood from her earlier fight with Stormblaze. She stared up defiantly at Pigeonpaw's sleek figure, her mouth twisted in an attempt at a ferocious snarl. "At least I was good enough for StarClan." She rasped, her voice high and trembling. "You'll never know anything but darkness. You. . . You. . ." She trailed off, letting her head fall back on the moss.

She stared at the battle, her vision fuzzy. Panting, she privately hoped that Pigeonpaw and all the other Dark Forest warriors would never die. She hoped they would live forever and ever, their precious dreams so close, but never within reach of their greedy claws.

//-//

(She's not dead, by the way ^^ She probably will die, but I want Shadowkit and Puddlekit to be there when she dies >:D)