In his final moments, he is less than a cat. He is barely even a thing, a weak and starved creature, more blood than flesh, swamped in his pain. Once upon a time the thing known as Smokefang would have won this fight, pummeled his bright-eyed opponent, but he is no longer the proud strong tom of his youth. He spins towards the edge- gravity is the only thing he has, now, but even it is turning on him. He falls, clings to the gorge's side, and finds Sablefrost's eyes. In the moment before he disappears, the disgust in her eyes is enough to render him into nothing.