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Brightpaw's POV

Swiftpaw raced through the trees, heading for Snakerocks. Brightpaw on his heels, he dashed into the dog filled area.

"Swiftpaw!" Brightpaw hissed. Swiftpaw yowled and launched himself on a dog. He faced the dog scratching it fiercely.

The dog grabbed him and threw him away like dirt. "Pack, Pack, Kill, Kill." They snarled.

Brightpaw stared in horror as a dog raced to her, and then suddenly all went black.
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Brightpaw awoke to feel a paw lightly on her. "Swiftpaw!!" She gasped as his starry figure shifted. "I love you." Swiftpaw's figure started to fade, but a flashing image appeared in her mind.

Swiftpaw's POV (his death)

I lunged at the dog, my eyes trained and focused on the beast. I slashed its filthy muzzle and yowled as it sank it's long teeth onto my back, tossing me aside.

I tried to stand but the dog sank it's claws into my neck, I felt pain seared my body and black tinted my vision.

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