Lionstripe fought all he could. He was being overpowered as he began to lose energy. He was losing, but he kept on fighting. He couldn't let these cats win by him giving up! He had to keep going! His brothers, Lionblaze and Jayfeather, needed someone to cause a distraction...And he was the only one that could cause a distraction long enough. He was battling a three v. one...and he was losing. He could feel as claws were ripping into his pelt, the blood dripping down his fur, the blood draining from wounds...his life draining from himself...and yet he fought to the end...Even when his throat was cut wide open and blood was pouring from the wound, he fought.

Soon he collapsed, he could fight no longer...He watched in pure agony and pain as his killers ran away when someone yelled for retreat...Lionstripe looked around the battlefield. The bodies of his nephew, Ashfall, and his daughter, Hollypool...He looked and saw his old friend, Quakepelt, collapse to the ground beside Cloudfoot as he watched her with sadness and anger...Lionstripe knew that Redspots, the cat he tried his hardest to teach not to kill, he had failed...He knew that Redspots would stop at nothing to deal his vengeance...He had failed Redspots...

His vision began to get blurry as he saw a red figure walking towards him...yelling for him to get up and to not die...But Lionstripe knew it was too late for him...it was his time, and he whispered one last good bye to Redspots before his vision completely blacked out, and many friends he made in his life, his family...they greeted him into StarClan...