Bazingheart's death (for the rouges who sighned up)

A decaying body lay in the darkness of an alley in twolegplace, the ginger tabby fur ragged and torn. The tom's body was cut and scratched with burn marks scattered on him. His left ear was missing and same with his left eye. His tail was curled around him as if he had died sleeping, but that obviously wasn't the case. Whatever happened to him, it was easy to tell that he had been tortured by Twolegs then dumped in a random alley. The poor warrior still had the scent of Thunderclan on him and his one, unblinking amber eye was not dim...a rare occasion. It seemed to burn with a fire so bright it could melt rocks. 

He had died thinking about the wonderful life he had lived and about his mate and children and grandchildren, praying to Starclan that Hollyberry and Frozenflame would have a better ending then his own. As the moon shone in the sky above the carcas, a certain star seemed to be shining much brighter then the rest.