Oakspark's body lay in a small clearing, his large blue eyes staring into nothingness. His wounds were fresh, and the blood had not yet dried on his fur. A deep bite to his neck was the obvious cause of death, though various other wounds showed he'd taken a beating.
The clearing itself was torn up, the ground ripped by furious fighting. Torn fur, ripped claws, and blood showed he hadn't gone down without a fight. And the clearing stunk of Shadeclan cats.