A sickening gurgle escaped Pebbleclaw's muzzle as his throat bled out. His sides racked with a massive shudder, a final breath escaping, before his eyes glazed over, still glaring in defiance.
The brown tom hissed, clipping his claws at Shadowpelt's ear. Silverstripe alone was enough trouble, and he was determined to keep Shadowpelt away.
Wind blew, carrying the scent of a storm. Silverstripe weaved around her attackers expertly, clipping her claws at their flanks before skidding away, just out of reach.