Squeak/Gore's POV
Gore froze. His sister was leaping at him, and he was definitely going to die. He was pinned in a few moments. Out of panic, he slashed his sister's belly, fear and adrenaline pumping through his body. Crimson only slashed Gore's chest in response. Gore could see the anger flaming in those brilliant blue eyes of hers. The blue-grey tom with sandy paws snapped out of their mesmerizing looks, and a lightbulb went off inside his head. He suddenly went limp, looking as if he were giving up.
Crimson went soft, and yowled with triumph. Just when she was about to bite his neck, to finish him off, he kicked her stomach as hard as he could. She skidded across the floor, creating dust. Scourge and Bone were enjoying this. Bone didn't care if one of his offspring died.
He doesn't have a heart.
Gore stood up. He was going to make the killing move; adrenaline and confidence pumping through his veins, he leaped with his claws outstretched and was about to pin her and finish off and then-
The round ended.
Crimson lifted her paw and let her claws slide across Gore's throat. Gore fell to the ground. He lifted his front paws to his neck, chunky blood dribbling down his legs. His eyes were round with shock. Flashbacks were thrown into his mind. He was by his mother's belly, suckling for milk with his sister by his side. He played with his sister, jumping out of nowhere from his hiding spot to give her a fright. He was talking to Bone about joining Bloodclan. Cats cheered as he killed his best friend in order to join Bloodclan. He ate a small scrap of chicken. Then his head fell to the ground, the life sucked out of him.
He was dead.
Gore opened his eyes to see a starry world around him. His best friend, Frost, was looking down at him, smiling. Not with intimidating smugness, but with warmth, and happiness.
"I'm proud; you did it friend." Frost meowed.
Gore would never remember his past life. He opened his eyes once more, and he was next to his new mother, suckling, with his new brothers and sisters.