Old Forest's Fall—8/8:
There was an explosion of light, and then an ominous creak, and an eerie groaning following, and then there was a loud cry of, "Great StarClan, it's falling!"
Though he was far away, Spottedtuft couldn't resist the urge to flinch as the old tree fell. It was blazing, struck by a bolt of lightning, and though there was a light drizzle, the fire would not be extinguish.
"It—It's spreading," he choked out, eyes large as he watched the other massive oaks begin to catch with fire. It was bright and hot and his paws felt rooted in the mud. Near him, his clanmates huddled together, and he saw Nettlewing huddled with his mate Sunpetal, both looking horrified.
At the front of it all, Dawnstar, HallowClan's leader, stood very still.
Before his eyes, the old forest of HallowClan smoldered in the rain, charred and smoking with ash and cinder.
And then the sun disappeared.