Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151244/@comment-27042012-20160120215945

The storm was in full-swing, rain stinging their pelts and wind buffeting them at everystep. Still, they were so close. Black could almost taste the warmth. Almost there, almost there! And then he was flying. The wind had pushed him of his feet, sending him tumbling down the mountain. He tried desperately to grab hold of something with his claws, but to no avail. He saw the faces of his Tribemates, looking down in horror. "GO! GET TO THE DEN! DON'T RISK YOUR LIVES!" Black shrieked, his back scraping against rough mountain as he plummeted downwards. A sharp pain went through his head and he knew a rock had smacked him. Darkness ate away at his vision and then it was all black.

(Black isn't dead, he just hit his head on a rock and is unconcious. He has been blown off Tribe territory and into BlogClan's. He'll come back soon, but for now adios!)