He knows it's his fault, that he's going to die. That if he wasn't so thick-headed, so shortsighted, he wouldn't now be falling. But Strongclaw's stolen what he desires most in this world- Sablefrost, and even her kits too. So he sprang into the fight that had been brewing for months. He threw himself headlong at the calico, and in return, Strongclaw threw him over the cliff. He doesn't have long to think, as he plummets like a stone. Smokefang doesn't contemplate what kind of sound he will make, when he meets the rock below him. He's wondering, if the moment he disappeared, Sablefrost looked relieved.