- [ ah, alright ]
the tom left the nursery. he was running, when suddenly he felt himself get pushed to the ground. it was springstar. the black tom was in a vulnerable position. "d- don't you dare kill me!" he growled.
the shecat was clawing the toms' soft belly. he was yowling, but managed to scramble away, dragging himself into the forest. the leader stalked into the nursery. "I.. dealt with that rouge." She hissed. "He is no longer a threat to our clan. he has been executed." she growled. a round of cheers from the cats around arose.
"mama" the little kit attempted to whimper, shivering. The loud cheering was scaring him, so he buried deep into his mother's fur, partially getting himself squished and almost suffocating himself.
ratwhisker found a comfortable spot out of clan territory and attempted to fix his wounds, licking the cuts and applying cobwebs.