Treepaw lay limp on the ground, his leg jutting out at an awkward angle. His dust brown pelt was drenched in sap, sprinkled with patches of dirt here and there. Treepaw's eyes were dull, and glazed over. Scarlet red blood trickled from his jaw.
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Fallen «» A Warriors Short Story
FanfictionEverything is great in Oakclan. Prey is running well, and one special queen is expecting kits. Thistlefoot, Oakclan's latest queen is linked with the first ever leader of Oakclan. So, the clan decides that her first born kit will become their future...
