Heat burned through Breadclaw's pelt as he angrily stomped through his territory, leaving a print whenever he walked. This was great! Just GREAT! Why is it that every time he tries to take Thunderclan, something has always stopped him! He had even gotten rid of their old leader, and they still remain! Little roaches, that's what they are!
The large tabby tom hissed as he made his way towards Fourtrees, his fluffy fur on end. Now that his prophecy was broken, and his heir was dead, what was he to do!? He had carved Ivynose into the perfect toy to be the next leader, and that pesky medicine cat just HAD to ruin it! His claws sunk into the great rock as he climbed it.
As he looked over the clearing, an angry flame erupted in him. Everything up to this has been perfect! He had every clan territory besides Thunderclan, gotten rid of the weak and traitors, formed his legacy, and he had a stable leadership. Now they were all doubting him and they were killing each other to be the next leader! He hissed as he looked around. What if he had taken his actual daughter instead of his gross bloody niece, would the prophecy come true then!? Breadclaw sunk his claws into his paws.
Suddenly, a sudden power coursed through him, flame erupting from his mouth. The tom screamed, but slowly looked at his bloody paws and smiled wickedly. He hadn't managed to get this power to work for AGES, and how it's here...
The leader laughed as he took out all of his guns, setting them in a pile under him. Breadclaw cackled as he stood on top of his pile, now a greater view of the world around him.
Using all of the strength he had, an inferno erupted around him, running down to the grass. The chain reaction started, and suddenly the beautiful forest around him had turned into a blazing wildfire. As the tom cackled, lava poured out of his mouth, flowing down the rock and into the soil. If he was going to lose, he was making sure he was taking Thunderclan with him to the loser pit. Breadclaw screamed as more fire erupted, yet the leader couldn't feel a bit of it. "Firestar, do you see me! This is you! This is me! This is us!" His voice seemed to grow more insane as time passed.
He could hear the screams of others as he stood on the great rock. Perfect. Breadclaw tried to laugh, but started to choke. As he coughed what was stuck in his throat, he saw a black liquid. Gasoline. The tom started to cackle more, but stopped as he started to feel hot. He was overheating. Well, good.
Breadclaw screeched as gasoline ran down from his mouth to his fur. His fur felt like it was being torn off and his skin felt like he was turning into a roasted pig. His stomach gave out and he started to vomit, gasoline painting were he stood. The tom finally gave his last screech as he burned alive with his sins.
