Pearlkit was fed up with Fishstar. She had waited six extra moons and was now a full grown cat, condemned to being a kit forever, she didn't know how to do anything, but sit around and play Mossball with the other younger kits. She was fed up with her father Troutstep, and her aunt Willowshine trying to comfort her, it's was getting tiresome to the warrior aged kit. So Pearlkit ran away and didn't look back but little did she know was that Willowshine saw her and so did a beaver. She ran and ran until she reached the river, letting out her sobs. She scented something and heard rustling and the snap of a wrong only to whip around and see a beaver. She screamed and back up towards the water. "Aunt Willowshine, Troutstep help me somebody!!" She wailed, scared out of her mind. Of course she didn't know how to fight but she would do her best. She screamed again as it lunged towards her only for it to get Spanaway from her from the side.
Willowshinehine had seen her niece Pearlkit run from camp and then heard her scream. She fan as fast as she could only to see it lunge. So she did the sensible thing and lunged at it and slammed it into a clump f reeds. She growled and stood in front of her niece some blood dripping from its shoulder where it had kicked her with its claws. She let out a feral growl as it got back up growling its self. It lunged again and she pushed Pearlkit out of the way and jumped to the side clawing its face as she went by. She saw the beaver turn towards Pearlkit and counterweight at her throat, she tried to get there first but wasn't fast enough.
As soon as the beaver lunged for her throat Pearlkit's eyes widened and she froze, her blood turning ice cold. She felt big strong teeth cut into her throat and let out a gargled scream. She could feel no more pain as it let go of her and she fell over dead and with her last few breaths saw the beaver lash out at Willowshine and attack her and injure her.
Willowshine screamed with rage and the beaver lunged at her. It caught a hold of her torso and she gave a savage growl, the usually gentle she cat was now spitting with rage and fury that was hot enough to burn hell. She clawed at its eyes managing to sick her claws into one, before it bit down harder. He hissed is pain and classed it's chest and underbelly with her hind claws and she bit and clawed it face, until it bit down as hard as it could snapping her spine and ribs and blood welled out of her deep wound. Her once pretty sky blue eyes were now filled with a glazed over angry look on her face and eyes. Her once pretty diluted Gray and black calico pelt was almost unrecognizable as dark, almost black crimson blood welled from the wounding on her torso and where her bone splintered through her skin from the beaver. What now was once two beautiful she cats were now two blood covered bodies, looking like they had been torn apart by dogs or monsters. That was the end of Willowshine and Pearlkit.
