There she was. Blood splattering the grass and her grey fur sticking up on edge. Fighting with all her might just to protect a tiny, helpless kit. She was old, and there were only two of the savage rouges. Sharpstar panted as she glared at her attackers. 'My last life.. I need to hang on.. Just a bit more time, Starclan..' She thought racing towards the younger cat. Sharpstar bit into his neck and threw him into log. The second cat latched herself onto Sharpstar's back. She managed to kick the shecat off and pin her. Slicing Sharpstar's broken claws through her neck, the shecat rouge went limp. "Ho-How could you!?" The tom rouge yowled driving his claws into Sharpstar's back. She screeched in pain and kicked the tom off. He went unconscious and Sharpstar flew backwards. Coughing up blood, she managed to heave herself to her paws. 'I-I can't die yet.. I-I c-can..' Sharpstar collapsed onto the ground. Images of her life flashed before her eyes as she closed them. Her breath steadied and left her body as she lay dead in the forest. "Aww! Is that where it ends?" A kit mewled. The elderly tom chuckled. "Yes.. Rumor has it that Owlstar was actually Sharpstar. The story of Sharpstar's life still carries on throughout this Clan." He explained. "Okay.." "Mosskit! Its your bedtime!" A queen yowled. The kit scampered off happily. The shecat next to him suppressed a sigh. "I still remember when she saved me all those moons ago.. I can never repay her.." She admitted.
