Shadows stretched across the land as the sun began set. Harsh winds blew at the two shapes as they raced through the trees. The cat in the lead, a lithe, orange tabby paused by a large tree, its trunk raked with the scars of lightning strikes.
"Dawnstar?" a large grey tom nudged the lead cat, his blue eyes narrowed in fear for the she-cat.
Dawnstar looked at the tree, her orange pelt spiked in concentration. "Look at it, Owlstorm." she muttered, padding up to it and placing a paw against its rough, gnarled bark.
"This tree was where Duskstar and I fought. I won, and this territory was gi-"
"I know the history of the Lightning Tree, Dawnstar. Now, we should leave, before anything bad happens." Owlstorm glanced uneasily at the darkening sky. Large black clouds thundered in the distance, occasional bolts lighting up the world.
The leader shook her head softly, she turned to face her deputy. "No, Owlstorm." her eyes suddenly clouded over with grief. "I can't. I have failed and disappointed Dawnclan." a bolt of lightning struck a few foxlengths away from them, making the grey tom's pelt fluff with anxiousness.
"Dawnstar...you're not gonna-"
She smiled, licking his cheek softly, and shoved him roughly into a rock. As he fell, he saw her lunge for the tree as a lightning bolt shook the tree, shaking her body violently and making her fall to the ground, her last life burned out of her. "Take care of Scorchkit for me..."