Chapter Four
Flamingwhisper pounded onto the ground, he felt his blood drip, drip dripping down his body. A blurry face appeared, it was grey. "Stonefeather?" Flamingwhisper winced as he smiled."Believe what you want, traitor" the grey blur cackled, and leaned down. There it was, the bone crunching teeth. "Grayscar..." Flamingwhisper choked out. "Right" the blur laughed. And walked away, disappearing the crowds of cats.
The last sound Flamingwhisper heard was "THE TIGER IS DEAD".
The familiar voice of his brother, washed him into a everlasting sleep...
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