"I'll be fine," Rushingstorm told himself for the eleventh time. "Just a patrol into the territory, that's all. " He felt a sense of dread. "I'm fine, why do I feel like I might go to StarClan? " He asked himself. /because I have a mate and kits to worry about/ he realized. He stepped into the territory. Ah, he thought to himself. The familiar scent of LakeClan. Then he scented an unfamiliar scent. Fox! He raced, trying to get back to his Clan to warn them. But it was too late. The fox had reached the entrance. He tried to go into the territory, but there was another fox behind him. He decided to fight. He fought honorably. His wounds were deep. Only StarClan knew his fate. Rushingstorm's living spirit drifted from his body. (he killed 2 foxes!) THE END
