Several moons later...
The smell of blood was on the air. It flew from claws and teeth and pelts. The attackers were mercless, they killed with no remorce. Yowls of pain and anger ran around the clearing. I have to do something! Any thing! her heart was racing, she panted hard. Another yowl of pain sounded by her. Her fur was sticky with sweat. Something was happening by the Great Rock.
Firestar sank his claws into Scourge's fur, growling. The black tom could hardly make out Firestars words. "You," he hissed, "You will pay! You, you vile cat!" Then the ginger tom growled something about Cinderpelt, Cinderpelt...
Then all of a sudden the battle stopped. BloodClan cats retreated, leaving dead bodys behind. Yellowfang urged her to move amung the wounded warriors, it didn't matter which Clan they were from. The world felt sharp and Cinderpelt shuddered. Firestar padded up to Yellowfang. She asked quietly, "Is he dead?" The ginger tom nodded, "Dead as a doornob." Yellowfang looked at him, then shook her head. "Good." was all she said. Suddenly the world was very dull to Cinderpelt as she continued to help the wounded cats. Scourge was dead. Dead and gone.
badadaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! I know, its so short! I'm really sorry! I hope you all enjoyed. Goodnight! (Or at least for me its nighttime.)