Let's fly {Open- She cats needed}

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    Russetwing spat him by the scruff out. He could not believe what he had done. The cat lay limp on the dewy grass, noonhigh soon passing them.

    Wildtail saw nothing but black. Her limbs wouldn't budge, and pain rocketed down her neck. At least I'm alive, she thought, praying for the feel of cobwebs to block her last trickle of blood from leaving her body.

    Russetwnig was bewildered beyond sights, his eyes in aquatic shock. There was nothing to do but lick Wildtail slowly by the neck now

    (thread in the medicine den, maybe? XD)


    Wildtail was dimly aware of licking as her mind began to slip.


    Scarclaw saw the figures of the Dark Forest, the smell of blood, and the screeching of fighting cats. "Scarclaw, you have lost one of your lives in a pointless fight," a cold meow stated. He dipped his head. "Pointless is an understatement. I am certain I have caused plenty pain in my life, and will be honored to cause more in another," he sneered, as a huff was heard. Immediately, he could feel pain once more. His second life had begun.

    Russetwing did what he could do. The soft trickle of blood was clotting on Wildtail's neck. He didn't want her to die, just like his mother did by a scavenging dog.