Blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red..

Hawkfrost was slumped over the edge of the river, blood leaking out of his throat from where he had been stabbed by a very sharp stick. Blood was spattered across the ground, as if a battle had taken place here just moments ago. The dark brown tabby was close to dying, but he certainly wouldn't be going to StarClan.

Then he sees you. His icy blue gaze lands on you, and he speaks, his voice filled with determination and terror, but with an edge of malice.

"You've got to help me! If you don't, I'll make sure you regret it." He growls.