The black tom stood in the middle of the moor, each shuddering breath harder than the last, his legs feeling as if they were pulled to the ground by invisible paws. Just tail lengths away stood a brown she-cat, her pale spotted fur being pulled in all directions by the gentle breeze, a triumphant smirk on her face. She would show no pain, though the scratches covering her body looked just as bad as his.
"Give up, Nightstar!" she yowled, her eyes shining like a kit's on their apprentice ceremony.
Nightstar straightened up, determined to show no weakness.
"It's not like you're in a better position than I, Spottedstar," he meowed, his calm tone the exact opposite of how he really felt.
Spottedstar met his gaze. Her confidence was leaving quickly, he could tell.
"Your Clanmates are all dead. So are mine. It's just you, and me," she hissed, tail lashing angrily.
Nightstar smiled slightly.
"Aren't you forgetting LeafClan and ShadeClan?"
"Oh no.. I don't believe I am," she said, her smirk widening.
"You see, I set a little trap for them in LeafClan territory. It's amazing how much damage a pile of prey bones can cause."
Nightstar stared at her, his heart beating faster as he realized.
They really were the only cats left in the forest.
He took a step closer to the she-cat.
"Spottedstar.."
A cruel grin spread across her face as she realized just how much power she had in her paws.
"You deserve to die."
With a high-pitched battle yowl, she reared up onto her hind paws and unsheathed her claws. In a single movement she dived downwards and dug her claws into Nightstar's shoulders, pinning him to the grass. He remained still, eyes wide, frozen with shock, as she lifted one paw and slashed it across his throat. Nightstar closed his eyes, bracing himself for the death that was to come within mere seconds. He would never receive the burying of a true Clan-cat. His leadership had been nice, but everything nice has to end sometime. At least he knew one thing; four cats remain in the forest. Four cats that would recreate the former Clans, and live together in harmony.
But prophecies can go both ways.