Clifford ran to the cliff at the edge of Fireherd territory for which he was named. He looked over it, feeling guilty for some reason. Then, spotting some object of delight, he leapt toward the bottom of the ravine and over the cliff. Sharp rocks skewered him on the way down. I would like to tell you that he was never seen again, but instead his body thereafter was used as a warning for rambunctious young foals.