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"Goodbye my friend," he muttered to himself. Autumnleaf crossed the border and got the patrol's attention. They took him into camp, having the little rooster tell his history. Emberstar nodded, commanding Twistedspurs to test him at the dust ring.
The two met there, Autumnleaf full of excitement. Finally, he was going to get a more adventurous life. Twistedspurs charged at the much smaller bird and knocked him hard on the floor; holding him down with his heavy legs. He could not move from his captor's grip. "You fool, you really thought we'd let some WingClan chickie-pet join our clan? Prepare for death."
Suddently, his heart seemed to sink. His excitement turned to fear as he tried to fight back, but clearly couldn't. Twistedspurs stood on his wings and broke each, blood quirting everywhere. One was only holding on by a mere thread. Next, the brute broke both of his legs and ended up tearing one off, more blood coming down. He split his sides open and managed to break every single one of his ribs, causing breathing difficulty. He was a mess, a bleeding and dying mess who could not move of fight back. "Go suffer!" yelled Twistedspurs as he retreated in the brush.
Lying on the floor and panting, Autumnleaf began to slowly drift away. His heart was pounding and his whole body was just a clump of matted blood and feathers. The little rooster shut his eyes and saw SunDagger, his old mate in a field full of freshly blooming tree blossoms and some beautiful chicks following behind her. Seemingly their own.
SunDagger! I missed you so much!, he said in this strange dream of his. He ran towards her and the two embraced.
"Autumnleaf...we can finally be together again. The world was far too dangerous for us, or anyone on that note, she clucked.
"Oh my dear. We can finally reside beside each other again, in peace.
"I can't wait. Our chicks missed you too. Come on. She motioned a wing towards her and the new family ran into a clan full of other chicken like spirits. StarClan.
Autumnleaf smiled and finally, his heart sounded on last beat. The little brave rooster was at peace. A few patrols found him and carried him to the border between theirs and WingClan.
Their gazes were met by the furious WoodsNymph as her beak dropped, and her heart skipped a beat, in rageful sorrow and in awe. "H-" she broke off, unable to spit out a single word, shaking with anger. She could not believe his decision. She could not believe what HackleClan did to him.
She tackled Nettlefang, who was helping to drag the bloodied body. She ripped at him, angry screams freely flowing from her mouth as she did. She clenched her claws once they pierced his skin, and ripped out patches of feathers, some of her attacks strong enough to rip patches of skin from him. She sank the sharpest tip of her beak into his neck and mercilessly chomped down, severing a nerve and leaving him with unbearable pain. With her heart beating quickly, she ran back to WingClan, tears slowly flowing from her eyes as she wildly flapped her wings. She looked for a bird she could tell, her eyes bleary, she settled her exasperated and pained gaze on CycloneTail.
The shadow watched, unmoving, his glare going from bird to bird.
GhostWing, a much larger hen, snarled as a few other patrol members took Nettlefang in for treatment while others stood behind her, ready to fight. They chased after her and stood right at their border. She reached her talons out at her and grasped her from her side just as she began to fly towards CycloneTail. The brute and three others took a limb and pulled it until it was broken and bloody, leaving her on the floor and nearly motionless.
"Allow me to do the job, little brat!" she hissed into WoodsNymph's ear. The giant Eagletalon stood on her back painfully and held her down, as GhostWing put a foot around her head and chomped down on her neck, until she was breathless and even more bloody. More patrols gathered and tore her apart, breaking ribs and taking out feathers. For the grand finale, Salmonscale hit her in the middle of her pain center, pressing down and digging his spurs deep until they were at the other side of the tiny bird's body. She was left there for someone to realize.
"WOODSNYMPH!" yelled CycloneTail from afar. He gathered around at her side and whispered, "What have they done to you? Who could have done this?"
(This also took forever.
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