Finchfoot's Final Battle

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The white she staggered back, her claws unsheathed and covered with crimson blood. She quickly shook it off and pounced onto a ash-grey tom, furiously kicking at his stomach. With a smirk of triumph, she raised her nose and padded away slowly. "Where do you think," The tom quickly stopped her and bit down on her scruff with his long fangs. "You're going?" He bit down harder and the she yelped in pain.

"Anywhere you aren't." She growled. "I'm Finchfoot, deputy of Stoneclan; and on behalf of my clan, I won't give up, I will fight!" She whipped around, wincing slightly as some of her white fur was ripped off. "You can try, but you'll never succeed with such additude." She snorted slightly, crouching down. "Shadowclan, will never take over." She narrowed her bright blue eyes, which were filled with both anger and determination. "Never!" She yowled, running towards the tom.