TW for violence . blood . death Honeycombpaw's tail puffed with fear and anger. There were wolves in the MossClan camp! They needed to get out. He could help. Sure, she wasn't the strongest, but maybe she'd get lucky? One of them was down already. A young looking one. Buzz looked around for the next youngest and charged. And oh, how foolish they were. They were snapped out of the air almost immediately. He yowled and writhed. It hurt. StarClan, it hurt. He could feel something sticky caking his fur. It was warm and red and he could see it fall to the ground, when he wasn't flailing. The wolf shook him. Little droplets coated its maw. Then he heard a crunch. Pain wracked his limp body Violently Stabbing And then Nothing. He was numb. And he was dying. And he was dead. His body fell to the forest floor, but he was long gone.
Rip Honeycombpaw. Didn't know too many ppl :/ mourn him in comments if u want :)
