we [all] deserve to DIE.

[SHADE. :D]

The quiet afternoon was ripped through with anger. The bushes of Raven Forest rustled furiously as a small black cat thrust her way through the leafy arms. Amethyststar's face was twisted with utter rage. The stout warrior flattened a young fern with her paw, sinking her curved silver claws into the earth. She then stormed on, breathing in Corbynfeather's scent all the way. The very stench he left behind made her chest heavy with hatred. She knew, somewhere deep inside, that it was her fault her son had turned out this way. But her anger made no room for this notion. She had to find him; to find him and teach him a lesson.

Amethyststar's paws carried her closer and closer to the cliff overhanging Serenity Falls. The ground underpaw became more harsh, but her rough grey pads resisted the sharp stones. The she-cat's black pelt suddenly bristled furiously all over, and her amber eyes fixed on something up ahead. A wiry frame sat upon a boulder, the fur swirling around him like smoke. Corbynfeather. Amethyststar stalked towards her son, her teeth bared and tail lashing. Corbynfeather raised his head as she approached. His pale, ghostly silver eyes flashed with amusement. "You followed me here, mother." His voice wasw soft and chilly-cold.

Amethyststar nodded, a hiss escaping her jaws. "You cowardly piece of foxdung," she snarled, throat vibrating with her rage, "You did not attend the battle. You did not fight for your clan!" Corbynfeather's harsh, bark-like laugh interrupted her. The sound did not seem to fit with the rest of him. The smoky black tom landed in front of Amethyststar as he sprang down from his boulder. "My clan?" He began to circle her, teeth bared in a silent grin of cruel humour. "My clan? You fool. EclipseClan was never my clan. I belong to nobody. Not even you, precious mother."

Amethyststar felt several bubbles of anger burst in her heart. She started forwards, her claws unsheathed, but then stopped herself. "Corbynfeather. We can settle this." Corbynfeather thrust his nose to his mother's, their eyes meeting; cold silver clashed with bold amber. "Sort this, dear mother? Sort it?" he said softly. "There is only one way this can be sorted." Amethyststar's paws prickled. "What is that?" she mewed, voice quietening. Corbynfeather laughed softly, "Don't you know? Oh, I forgot. You always run to your tom for answers. Glasshawk, Atroxfire. They're dead, mother. Dead. Shadestar, Ebonysky, Ravencurse - all dead. Nobody needs you. Nobody cares about you. You're worthless. You let your own clan die before your eyes in a useless battle, not only subjected the other clans to certain death!"

"No!"

If Corbynfeather spoke again, the taunting words were drowned by a fearsome shriek from Amethyststar. One leap, and the two cats met in screeching combat. Claws slashed at flanks, teeth met in limbs and tails. Scarlet blood spilled from a slash above Corbynfeather's eye and Amethyststar sank her teeth fiercely into her son's scruff. Shaking her off, he pinned the she-cat beneath him. He had always been smaller than her - but not now. Amethyststar thrust him sidewards with her shoulders, and the two rolled, hissing and wailing. Little did they know that the waterfall's drop was creeping ever closer. Closer... Closer... Closer...

And they fell.
Both of them fell.
Slowly
but
surely...

A single, loud screech of pain pierced the air. A bird wheeled over the scene; a raven. Below, the water ran red with blood. A mass of black fur lay, sodden on the rocks. Then it moved. Corbynfeather stumbled back, his chest dripping and matted with wet. Amethyststar remained where she was. Corbynfeather was unhurt; only because he had landed after his mother, squashing her body. A spike of rock pierced Amethyststar's side, the point visible through her side. Her last life. Her. Last. Life. Slowly trickling away. Corbynfeather leant over his mother, eyes silver slots. He watched, satisfaction making his tail twitch, as Amethyststar gave a last gasp, and the fire died in her eyes. She was dead.

Amethyststar was dead.

[Dansen[Mouse]]

(Starting my post as moments before, if thats alright)

Moments before...

~[Brackenpaw]~

A large, silver apprentice rushed through the bushes below the falls. At the moment she was unaware of the commotion going on above the at the top of the falls and the death that was about to come. She just wanted out of the camp and away from everybody, the death, the blood loss, the sorrow, everything. She also hated it that she had no one close to her. She finally realized that she was near the Serenity Falls and started to back away. She wanted to start running again, but her legs felt like they were as weak as mouse tails.

She sat down and licked her her chest fur flat and gazed down over the falls. She hated this place down to the its last drop of water. Her brother drowned here and she lost all respect in her fathers eyes. She half felt like she was here for a reason, but she didn't know why and she didn't care she just sat there and gazed over the horrid water.

[FIREH!!]

<sub>And as she fell, there he was. He had charged after them, even though he had an injured leg, and rushed on. Spicetalon threw himself on Corbynfeather, seeing the evil glint in his eyes, and the blood on his paws. You monster! He screeched. The tom threw him out of the way and ran to Amethystar. Sis... No... Not you too... Gently, he pulled her body off the spike, and laid her on the ground. Then he turned to Corbynfeather.

You'll be exiled, you know that. Fernpelt won't stand for this. I saw what you did. I know it was you. You'll live with this burden for all of your life, unless you'd want me to kill you now. He snarled. Even in his damaged state, his grief and anger lent strength to his paws. He took a step forward and hissed. Then he noticed Brackenpaw. Brackenpaw. He meowed, turning to her. I need your help. He meowed flatly. The tom turned to Corbynfeather. Go. Go to camp and tell them what you have done. He meowed, the fight draining from his paws.

He turned back to Amethystar's fallen form. Blood still oozed from the hole though her from the rock. He shook his head, and silver droplets dripped from his face. He lifted the form and carried her on his back. Home to where she would be mourned for. Where her fallen form would be looked at one more time, before she was buried.

Realization hit him so hard it almost carried him off his paws. He was the last one left. All of his sibling had died. No one was left but him. Sure, their blood was carried through the generations of cats, but he was the only one left. He dropped his head and carried on. As he did, a thin drizzle of rain began to fall. It was small, but it soaked him quickly. It was as if Starclan was crying. They were gaining his leader, his sister. He shook his head. Why must you take them away from me.. He muttered. The tom pulled himself to the camp, feeling utterly wretched.</sub>

[SHADE. :D]

Corbynfeather drew back, opening his mouth slightly. His sharp white teeth showed between his lips. The smoky-black tom stood tall, lifting his head to stare at the stars. "StarClan," he spat contemptuously, before spitting on his mother's limp body. The tom turned as a streak of grey-and-black fur rushed past him. Spicetalon. His eyes glittered coldly as he stared at his uncle. Corbynfeather flicked his tail dismissively as the silver tabby spoke of exile. "I don't care," he hissed, ears flat. The tom's face twisted as Spicetalon carried on. "Don't give me that! The only thing that I will feel is the triumpth that I gave her what she deserved." Corbynfeather watched Brackenpaw streaked away. He smirked. It didn't matter. He would be long gone before she returned. The warrior turned, eyes glittering in the sunset. "I am no longer a warrior of EclipseClan," he yowled, pride oozing from his voice. "From now on I shall be known as Corbyn." Corbyn slipped into the bushes, his black coat still dripping wet, and disappeared.

[Dansen[Mouse]]

~[Brackenpaw]~

The silver apprentice made an attempt to help Spicetalon, but they were so close to the waters edge... she couldn't go any closer to the water, she normally only drank out of puddles of water on the ground afraid even then that the water would be deep. She shook her head and backed away a few steps. "I-I'll go back for help!" She cried out and fled before anyone could say anymore.

Ooc:// Sorry for the short post. I've got little muse this morning

[FIREH!!]

<sub>Spicetalon let out a long hiss. Fine... I'll make sure I tell the Clan to kill you when they see you next... Corbyn. He spat the last word like venom. He turned away and, with Amethystar on his shoulders, limped home.

ooc;; Worse post.</sub>