Sixth Claws: Excerpts

Kinkstar, shortly before her death
She was bleeding heavily from a gash on her back, and a thousand other cuts. Aside from that, she was fine.

She turned to Wildest Eyes and Redfeather. She would not allow them to be put in danger.

"You have to go," she told them. "It's going to be down to me and him."

Wildest Eyes's face was filled with ferocity. "NO," she hissed. "I'm not leaving you alone with him. He'll kill you!"

Redfeather's face was stony. Only her eyes betrayed her terror of Kinkstar's fate.

"Come on," she muttered.

Wildest Eyes whipped around, eyes wide with shock. "You're just going to let her die!? After all she's done for us!?"

Redfeather looked at Wildest Eyes. The enraged tortoiseshell was splattered with blood. It was more evident on her pelt than on Redfeather's, but they didn't have to look to know that Wildest Eyes had spilled the most blood.

Kinkstar stalked towards the younger cat. "Wildest Eyes," she said, "I can't let another friend die so soon."

Had it only been two days since the death of Flight of the Crow? Only two days since her world had fallen apart?

She shook herself. Yes, it had been.

Yes, it had shaken her to her core.

"Go now," she said once again. "There's no need for you to be killed too."