Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190614235940/@comment-39042010-20190620111100

"I NEVER KILLED YOUR SISTER!" he yowls, and there's something in that yowl that makes Hunta, Merlin, Grey, and Twig want to dig a hole and hide in it. "I LOVED HER! YOUR SISTER WAS MY MATE!"

His breath begins to heave. "She was with kits. We were so happy."

Then, one day, I had left to go hunting. I came back, and there was a dark grey tom standing over her. He had already taken her ear. She was bleeding and crying, but she couldn't run. She was too far along with kits. By the time she could even stand up, he would have killed her. I threw myself at him. We fought. She tried to get away during the battle."

"He got out from under me," Shadowsong whispers, then raises onto his hind legs. It seems like a threat, but Crevice realizes that he's just showing the three long scars across his underbelly.

"He lunged onto her. He killed her." Shadowsong's voice cracks. His ruby eyes stare at the ground with a sadness none of the other cats can comprehend.

"I snapped," he continues. "I unleashed it. I hadn't wanted to. I'm not even sure I could do it again. I couldn't speak for weeks. But it was when I saw who killed her that I broke."

He turns to Crevice. "She said that her sister was in the Iron Claws. That she was advancing to be leader. She seemed almost proud of you. I wish she stood here in spirit to see her sister trying to slaughter the cat she loved."

His tail flicks in the direction of a dark grey tom with amber eyes, the same cat that had put a claw through his shoulders. "But what would she - and you - say, if you realized that the cat that killed her was an Iron Claw?"