The tom smiled at Featherpaw, nudging her face with his nose then licking away her tears. He didn't want her to be sad, there was a good chance that after Seapaw's amazing work, he would survive... But either way, he didn't want her to be sad. Listening carefully to try and 'see' what she was doing, he tilted his head to rest against hers, cheek to cheek. He had to make it through this... To make sure she was kept safe...
Merr smiled at Snowbird, ears pricked up. "Snowbird... I'd like you to meet my father." I need to make sure you're kept safe... How he would have loved to tell her who he really was at that moment, but no... That would have to wait. Cocking his head at her, he purred softly as he rubbed himself against her sides, discreetly marking her with his scent. No one in Strayclan would touch her if she smelled of him. Even amongst his own clan, he was one to watch out for. There were rumours that even his father was nervous around him but you shouldn't believe everything you hear. Lonestar didn't get nervous.
Jetpaw was woken from his almost endless sleep by the snap of a twig from the forest ahead of him. His pulse raced as he spotted the starving amber eyes ahead of him, the red furred mammal licking it's lips as it watched him. It's bones were visible through it's skin, this fox was desperate... Then again, Jetpaw didn't look much better. Forcing himself to his paws, he glanced down at Fluffypaw's body, determination sparking up inside of him. The young scrawny looking fox lunged at the black cat, catching his underbelly as he leapt at it's face. His claws raked through it's throat, making it stagger off to die. Jetpaw's whole underbelly had been ripped, from his chest to almost between his legs. But nothing too important had been injured. Falling to the ground, he dragged himself over to Fluffypaw's body, curling up with him. The blood streak he left behind was too large, there was no way he was going to survive. Coughing up blood, he whispered softly to Fluffypaw, trying to calm himself down at the same time. "I love you Fluffypaw." His death was slow and painful but the light had been removed from his eyes when Fluffypaw died. He had been dead inside anyway, it felt the same to him. The young tom's bloodsoaked body lay curled up with Fluffypaw in a pool of his own blood, eyes closed with his face buried in his love's fur. His journey was over, now he was free.