Murderer and murdered stared at each other, but only the murderer blinked.
'Who am I?'
Was he still all the things he'd been? The knight of Dawnclan, the victorious one, the lover, the hero with no fear?
"I shouldn't have done that," he muttered, backing away from Frostshard's ripped-open, mangled body.
The Count's face was frozen in an agonized snarl, once intelligent gaze horribly blank.
It forcefully reminded him of Mistymoor, and he shoved the haunting image away, shuddering.
"You forget he was the leader of the Separatists, Skyfire." Pebblepatch wrinkled his muzzle as the stench of blood reached his nose.
"He was too dangerous to be kept alive."
"A Dawnclan knight-" Skyfire started, yet couldn't get the rest of the words out.
This wasn't the first time he'd lost control; the burning camp of the Tuskens still flared vividly in his mind. He'd sworn to himself nothing like this would ever happen again... but he just killed a defenseless prisoner who couldn't fight back.
Another broken rule to add to his collection.
He glanced back at Hazeldusk's motionless body; at least he wasn't awake to witness that.
"We must hurry before the Serennian warriors know what had happened." Pebblepatch scrambled to his paws and pelted for the guardless exit.
"Skyfire!"
"There is no time!" he hissed when the brown tabby bent down to check the auburn knight's pulse.
Apparently, Hazeldusk's head was harder than the granite.
"His fate will be the same as ours." Skyfire meowed at the trembling Chancellor, hoisting Hazeldusk's limp body over his back, and racing out of the throne room.
"You have an escape plan, do you?" Pebblepatch asked after a while, checking the towering stone halls of traps.
"Of cour..... Mouse dung!"
The only exit was in view, yet a stinking black wall with far too many teeth and red eyes writhed at the front.
But the most horrifying of all... the clicking of pincers, the malevolent yellow eyes, the clacking of the Kyber crystals...
General Grievous stared down at the cats, talons digging into the stone; the very same claws that ripped away the lives of hundreds.
"Skyfire." the monster snarled huskily, like a snake was trying to talk with a bad case of greencough.
"I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little... older."
"General Grievous," Skyfire smirked, while Pebblepatch backed away with his fur on end.
"You're shorter than I expected... and uglier too."
"Skyfire, try not to upset him-" Pebblepatch hissed at him fearfully when the spider narrowed his eyes angrily, venomous fangs clicking.
"Dawnclan scum." Grievous snarled with rage, lunging at them with terrifying speed, drops of poison making the ground sizzle.
"Runnnn!!!" Skyfire and Pebblepatch shrieked, pelting in the opposite direction as fast as they could.
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Warriors #3 - Revenge of Darkhaven
Hayran KurguThe end of the Clone Wars is drawing near, with so many losses and sacrifices from both sides... yet the lord of Darkhaven remains a mystery. Skyfire is tormented by nightmares of his mate, Heathersun dying. After Tawnyrain's exile, his fellow Clone...
