Lizardtail hurried out of ShadowClan camp with Lilacfall at sunrise. The Clan was sure to be asleep or going to sleep at this time. He had made the excuse of making dirt, so no cat would be looking for him just yet. He had agreed with his mate, Raven, to meet at the Thunderpath for him to take their kits. This was, however, not long after he had even found out he had kits. That was why he had asked Lilacfall to come. He trusted her to keep his secret and help him protect his family by bringing them into Clan life. Most of them, anyways. When he got there, to the Thunderpath, he did not see Raven, nor did he smell her. It seemed like she had already left, or something to that effect. It was quiet without the monsters charging past, so he could hear mewling on the other side. That was where the makeshift nest was sure to be.
He crossed carefully after feeling for any trembling in the ground, signaling Lilacfall to stay where she was until he was across. There was nothing. It was safe to pass. Arriving on the other side, he saw dark shapes neatly tucked into a tussock of stubborn grass on the edge of WindClan territory. He took one bundle in his mouth and made to go back over, quickly, when he began to feel something shaking the earth. It started quiet as he padded across, then it became louder and louder until it felt like deafening thunder in his ears. He could see the eyes of a monster locking onto him, capturing him in their terrible gaze. One last leap... but the kit slid from his jaws. There was no time, but he went to scoop it back up and get it to safety.
The monster slammed into his body, sundering his bones like he was a piece of prey. After it passed, he laid there, shuddering. He struggled to stay awake, but it was no use. Blackness overtook his vision, and he drifted off. Forever.
