by Twilightmyst » Tue May 08, 2012 1:24 pm
Batwing seized, and went limp, his last breath escaping him. The last thing he was aware of was Tallfeather shoving yarrow in his mouth, the tuft of Raggedclaw's fur wedged between his claws, and the hot scent of his own blood pouring from his throat as he closed his eyes and gave way to dizzying blackness.
Raggedclaw's eyes grew wide with excitement and joy. "Don't worry, dear father," he whispered to himself. "Nobody will know. Icestar will never suspect."
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