Shadow rounded a bend, his mind absent as he looked for Sam and the kits. "Thomas! Thomas, hurry up, your father is waiting for-" Shadow did not hear the whisper of the bowstring releasing, but he felt the arrow. "Gyaah!" He fell to one knee, only now aware of the lizards in the treeline. "Learn to aim, you incompetent vermin!" The warmth of blood running down his thigh was soon lost in the circle of fire he created around himself. "Come on, you can take a wounded cat, can't you?" Another sharp pain, then darkness.