Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27038405-20160406160834/@comment-33008190-20160413042012

Winterpaw's vision faded and he crumbled to the ground.

Puff went insane, yelling and screaming and hissing, angry at the awful newcomer who ruined his and Winterpaw's argument, where Puff would have gotten food in the end. ( :'C )

Tyron cheered, pushing the little-not-really squirrel aside. He heaved Winterpaw's body onto his shoulder, prepping himself, and started walking.

"I DID IT! I finally got my subject, and now, I can steal him back to the Dark Forest" ''I'll train him and torture him controls you until he joins us willingly, and becomes a new cat. A dark cat.''

Tyron laughed and started to haul Winterpaw's body away.

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Puff cried out in sadness. He would not stand for this. If his best buddy was to be lost again, he would at least go down fighting, and Puff would too.

So Puff, determined and willing but rushing things, took a striding run. His adrenaline and determination pushing away all unfitness, giving him only a fast jog as he ran faster and faster, closer towards Tyron.

And then he let out a screech, which caught Tyron's attention of the dark Tom turned his head, and took a running leap high into the air.

And collided right into Tyron's eyes.

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"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Tyron yowled at the top of his lungs, releasing Winterpaw and stumbling backwards. The squirrel had dug his claws straight into Tyron's eyes, and blood was dripping all across Tyron's face.

He screamed and shriek, whipping his head side to side as he still stumbled backwards. He barely opened one eye long enough to see.

And he used than moment to glare at the evil, stupid, fat, ugly, wretched squirrel who cost him his victory.

And then he fell completely backwards, not realizing the chopped off tree trunk sticking straight up towards his back.

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Puff threw a nut high up into the air in a victory cheer, watching as the terrible dark cat flung backwards, straight into a cut off end of a skinny tree log, impaling himself straight through the chest.

Tyron let out an ear-piercing, blood-curdling screech, blood pouring from his mouth. He shook his head side to side wildly, yelling all the breath out of him. Then, finally, his bloody eyeballs rolled back into his head, his body going limp, and the life force escaping him along with blood.

He was dead. Barely whispering the words: "subject......no......retreat.....retreat...." Before he left all eternity.