Lightningstrike fought valiantly, defeating the ShadowClan warriors one by one. His mate fought beside him, copying his moves. They parted suddenly, each chasing a different warrior. He chased his safely across the border. The battle was over. They had won. He whirled around to find his mate, only to see her fall, a gash in her throat. She was dead. He let out a bloodcurdling screech. No! He thought. No! This can't be happening! He collapsed, heartbroken, at her side, crying.
Several days later, Lightningstrike sadly watched everybody walking about. Then he saw a she-cat coming towards him.