Once upon a time there was this random cat named Bravewood. This soon to be unfortunate soul was one of ThunderClan's finest (stupidest) warriors. He was wandering around the WindClan border when a bush rustled. Guess what Bravewood did. If you said he'd freak out, you are correct! He leaped five feet in the air while wetting himself. And then our hero (*snorts*) did the impossible. He didn't land on all four paws! (*gasp*)

"You are the most pathetic cat that I have ever seen," laughed a voice. The fox (the one that appeared in the last two chapters) stepped out from behind the aforementioned bush. "Ready to die?" she asked him.

"Y-you can-" The poor amber-eyed tom didn't even get to finish his sentence he was brutally murdered.

The telepathic fox laughed. "That's what you for being near me, cat!" She prodded the reddish brown dead body.

"You can't d-do that!" The spirit of Bravewood rose from his body. "You have to use fighting words!"

"Says who?" growled the fox.

"Obviously someone doesn't realize that they're dead," called a voice from above. The fox looked up to see her wonderful friend, the psychic phoenix.

"'Ello, Sam!" The fox called up. She then looked at the Spiritish!cat. "Die, fur ball." The fox launched herself at the "brave" warrior.

Bravewood's last act was cowering in fear.

"This is so weird. He has two bodies," murmured the fox. At the sound of crunching bracken she twitched. "Hide, someone's coming."

A silver she-cat came into view. "Bravewood," she yowled, despair evident in her tone. "My mate, no! Wait, why are there two bodies?"

The fox blinked before killing her, too. "I bet her name was Silverpelt."

"We have a winner."

The fox sighed.

Author's Note: I may have possibly forgotten how to write a fic. Maybe. Yeah, so, this is really short, and really bad.