Darkclaw could still see the blood in her mind, seeping from the gashes and cuts on her sandy speckled fur, her lifeless body against the bloodied dirt. She tried to push the thoughts away as she stepped up towards the Highstump and to her certain doom, her sister's amber eyes locked onto her own, her calm smile hiding everything she had done. Darkclaw took one last step before sitting down, and whispered a prayer to DuskClan so that she would make it out alive. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a reddish-brown tom with piercing blue eyes staring at her with a smirk on his face, faint scarlet marks on his paws.
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