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Stormfur's POV

"No, no," whimpered Feathertail from her place on the ceiling of the Tribe of Rushing Water's cave.

What were we watching? Oh, yes. We were watching Crowfeather -then Crowpaw- being chased by Sharptooth, the predator of the Tribe Of Rushing Water. I wasn't shocked, this wasn't the first time Feathertail had shown affection for Crowpaw. But what was shocking was the fact that Sharptoothhad ignored the mice and was chasing Crowpaw.

Before I could stop her, Feathertail grabbed one of the sharp rocks sewn into the ceiling. "I hear the spirits clearly now," she whispered "This prophecy is for me to fulfill."

I was shocked. I stood, frozen with fear, as Feathertail plunged down from the ceiling's safety, driving the sharp rock into Sharptooth's body, and killing him.

But the aftermath was horrible. Feathertail, my sweet, Loving sister, was dead.

Before she died, she said to Crowpaw, "Who do you think you are, a clan leader, with 9 lives to throw away? I saved you this once, don't make me save you again." And with that, Feathertail was dead.


This is my second non-poem one-shot! Tell me what you think. :)