“Oh really? Try to stop me.” He growled, leaping next to Flamewing. He bowled her aside, and smiled, staring down at Flintfoot. “Nighty, nighty, Flintkit.” He snarled and lifted his paw to slam on his neck. “Never!” Kestrelflame screeched, bowling her father out of the way. “You won't touch him!” She yelled, slashing wildly. Her father smiled. “Your going to die the same way he is.” He growled, and before she could say anything, he swiftly curved his claws and made a deep, long gash running down her side, just like Flintfoot. She gasped and fell. Her father dragged her next to Flintfoot and smirked, turning towards Flamewing.
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