Scourge plunged his bloody claws into the belly of the dark brown tabby tom. He sneered as the tom yowled, amber eyes flaring. With his extra-long claws, Scourge dug in with all his strength into the flesh, then scraping the bones. As the blood spilled on to the ground, he hissed and growled with pleasure. With a thump, Tigerstar landed in a sodden heap, his tabby pelt splashed with crimson blood.
Scourge stepped back, spitting, and narrowed his eyes, then walked up to Tigerstar, "Die, die, the forest is mine, and nobody can harm me, I'm INVINCIBLE!"
A soft hissing noise escaped Tigerstar's throat with a hoarse purr he whispered, "Scourge, save... s... me, I, I'm your, your, s..."
A split of lightning flashed, and there was a roar of thunder. Every cat in the clearing quieted down at the dead leader, his fur soaked with rain, unrecognizable. Scourge turned around and glared at the cast who seemed to have been turned to statues, rotted to the ground, mouths agape and eyes round. Scourge sheathed his bloody claws back and swept his gaze around the clearing. Yes, your supreme leader, my servant, Tigerkit, is dead.
But he was not the one who ruled, nor was any cat. For fire killed him, a fire that burns in the righteous heart of a cat of flame, who will lead the Clans on a journey through snow...