WHO WILL BE THE VICTOR?!?

Colour: Red

Name Type: Dragon

Nightpelt jumped down to her dip, feeling uneasy. She made a crucial decision. She would wait till night, then she would fight Feather, another dragon. I must have some courage. Nightpelt looked up at the fading sunlight and saw the face of her dead littermates. They seemed to encourage her to fight Feather. After some moments, The sky was dark but alight with the moon and the stars. The silvery light spilled onto the rolling hills, over hills, over lakes, over trees, over flowers, over a dragon, its scales spilling with light...... Wait! That was Feather, soaring over the world, looking for her last victim. Nightpelt was coated with the shadows, and once again, she was the assassin of the night. She aimed at the dragon, which had stopped to rest against a large boulder. The light of the moon shone onto the tip of the arrow. Silently, Nightpelt let go of the string. The arrow pierced through the air, reflecting moonlight, towards the dragon. Nightpelt heard a yelp and knew that she had aimed properly. Nightpelt shot more arrows at the dragon, and she heard more moans. Suddenly, Feather disappeared, and Nightpelt waited for the dragon to appear. Suddenly, she felt sharp jaws closing on her shoulder. Fear and pain sparked through her chest, and Nightpelt knew that Feather had found her. She snatched up her sword and slashed Feather's eyes. She'd seen Firefly do that to Pearl. Feather backed off, groaning, and flew around in confused circles. Nightpelt leaped to her limit and slashed the tip of her sword into the throat of Feather's. Feather's body fell limp, and a strange peace washed over Nightpelt. She was the victor now, free from harm, even if she was covered with serious wounds.

"FEATHER IS ELIMINATED, AND THE VICTOR IS NIGHTPELT!"

Killer: Nightpelt