Feather had gone with Squeak, clinging to his tail. About a half an hour later, a few hisses were heard then some scuffling and growling. Giant snarls echoed through the air then a howl of laughter. Slicing noises were heard and a giant yowl sounded through the air and a loud mew.
The cornfields rustled and a big breeze gusted through the trees and an ice blue eye flickered in the shadows then disappeared and all that was heard was a loud mew. "Mew!"
Feather lay on the ground, unconscious again. Her fur was covered in mud and dust and a few drops of blood dripping from her cheek as she lay by a tree. Squeak, however...was nowhere to be found...
Feather let out a small cough but didnt wake up. She was out cold.
Feather's heartbeat was beating fast, a sign of shock. Slightly panting, her eyes fluttered then closed. The blood on her cheek started to drip but the blood was not hers. She had a slap mark across her face which was fading and her cheeks were flushed. She did not look good...
Squeak's scent was slowly starting to fade as wispy clouds swirled around the late dawn sky. Feather still remained unconscious
Blood dripped off of some leaves on a bush near Feather and a swarm of bloody pawprints lead to nowhere. Feather gave a small cough and opened her eyes a bit and blinked a few times. Everything was a bit blurry and as she looked up, she mistook Blood for somethinf else. Her blurry eyes flew open, her pupils were slits and full of terror. Her heart raced and her flank moved up and down quickly. Panicing, she repeated "Mew! Mew?!"
She was seeing whatever had happened between Squeak and her in her mind and thinking it as the real world.
Feather gave a small squeak and a small tremble then blinked a few times. Shaking her head, she looked up at Blood and she buried her nose into her fur and tail, mewing in fear.
"B...Blood..." Feather mewed and nuzzled her head against Blood. Her fur was still fluffed up to her tail tip and her were still down in fear. Kits should never have to go through this...
Feather started to chew on her tail and then fell asleep.
Squeak lay by a tree with lots of sharp branches. On each branch, blood dripped and there were blood-stains that dripped down the tree.
Squeak had tons of holes in his side and one on his head that were gushing blood. The bones that had been in Scar's body were stuck in his neck along with sharp rocks, sticks, and his own knife was stabbed into his belly. Claw marks shredded his body and his eyes were closed shut, blood dripping and scars covering his eyes. His tail was gone along with his paws. Death-berries spilled from his mouth and belly, as if he was forced to eat them. His ears gone along with half of his head, his body twitched now and then. He was barely alive and his flank moved shortly every now and then. He lay in a bloody puddle but it looked like he was on the verge of death.
But what was strange...was...he seemed to have every wound Scar had ever gotten but except a bit worse and a bit more. Who is this culprit?
Squeak inhaled and his body lurched forward and coughed up the rest of the deathberries. Gasping, juice dripped from his chin and he flinched in paim and stared at himself. He collasped, panting and exhausted. Clenching his teeth and his eyes watering from the intense pain, he dug his claws into the ground and moaned.
Squeak struggled to talk but could only move his mouth. Coughing, he winced as his wounds were tended too. He was trying hard to stay alive and breath but he was not getting a lot of air. With a small squeak he whispered, "...S...Sc....Sc...." then his body lurched and he started to suffocate.
Squeak still breathed at a dangerous pace yet he struggled to breathe and speak and slightly mouthed the words "Scar". With a small wheeze, he coughed up more death-berries but he was slowly cracking his ribs as he thrased around. Growling in pain, he froze and his heartbeat slowed. Barely breathing, he fell over and his eyes slowly started to close.
Squeak heard Knife scream and with all of his brute strength, he got up and dragged himself towards Knife. Still not breathing and his eyes slowly closing, he pulled the knife out of his belly and tossed it at Saw. Panting and gasping for air, he dragged himself to Frost and bit hard into Frost's leg and aimed to stab a bone into Frost's paw. Blood trickled from his eyes as he blinked tears of blood.
Feather gave a small mew and tried to chew on Yin's tail.
Squeak stumbled, amazed he was not attacked. Blood flooded his eyes and he became blind since Scar had clawed both of his eyes and all of the scars she had and even worse wounds. Coughing, he collapsed as his head started to go and things became blurry. He shifted his blurry gaze to Blood and Knife and the others. Blood...Knife....the assassins? Where is Feather....Oh....I'm sorry everyone....Moss....I am the most sorry to you....I will see you soon....Blood....Knife...everyone....forgive me.... he thought and tried to talk but bubbles of blood clouded his words. His eyes began closing faster and starting to cloud over.
Squeak used all of his energy to brush his tail against her cheek. He leaned forward and licked her cheek then gasped and sighed, his body going limp. Forgive me...Blood... he thought. Before he died, he whispered. "Scar..is...alive..please....forgive...me....i.....i....love....you....B......Blood....sorry.....take....care.....of.....everyone........err.....mmm....gah!"
A bloody tear drip down his cheek and fall onto Blood's paw. His eyes were sad but they still sparkled with his sweet personality. His eyes glazed over and he sighed and his body limp and frozen.
Squeak was officially dead but Scar....was out for revenge and she had faked her own death and Squeak was told to say he killed her...Beware...And she is not just after Blood or Knife...she is mainly after Feather...
Feather nuzzled Yin then lifted her head and saw Blood and the others. "Blood! Blood!" she mewed then wobbled towards them. She buried her nose into
Blood's fur. She then took a step back and smiled at everyond. She then looked around. "Knife? Squeak?" she mewed and looked up at Blood, expectantly. Knife was like her other mother besides Blood and Squeak was like her father.
It was understandable why Squeak was so sad all the time. He knew he was going to die...
Feather looked at Blood's tears and looked at them with awe. She grabbed a tear drop and put it on her eye, trying to copy Blood. Smiling, she nuzzled Blood more. She might be a odd kit but she will learn how to speak as she grew.
Feather giggled and hoped Squeak and Knife would come back.
Feather wobbled over to them, her mouth wide with joy. Then she stepped on a piece of white fur with blood tints. "Mew?" she mewed then caught sight of Squeak and her eyes widenes with fear. "MEW!" she squeaked and wobbled to him, trembling.
