Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190607112231/@comment-36195412-20190614015922

You could stop now, his mind whispered, soft and quiet. ''You could injure this cat, wipe those memories of theirs away. A fate worse than death. A fate that...''

Hunta glanced at Twig, so small and so innocent.

''A fate that won't bring up memories. Not just yours.''

Again, he glanced at the Iron Claw cat, indecision heavy in his chest. ''They're a cat, too. With a life, and...''

A hard feeling, like a stone, dropped to his stomach.

...the want to kill my friends.

He closed his eyes, opened them up again, breathed heavily. And in one short breath, he made his choice and silently pushed the cat's head back, back, back until he hoped there'd be the sickening snap.

Mostly painless.

I didn't want to.

But they're not allowed to do that.

Anger settled in his chest.

Nobody can do that ever again.