
Duskpaw watched him leave in the bushes, and with a stop of his foot he wished to scream. He wanted to, even knowing he couldn't utter a single shape of a sound, but yet wanting to scream at Grinner to return. He wanted to kill that rogue, he wanted to, for his parents as much as his family. He could remember the day his parents woke to let him play outside. The air was cool, the sunny was high, yet in the afternoon it darkened to a grey cloud cover. His parents began to usher him inside, but before they made it to the den Grinner came in from behide, killed his dad with a sharp twist of the neck, and made his mom suffer with a spine crack. Neither had a shoot of attacking, and when he did to protect his only brother he was slashed before passing out from lack of blood as he watched his younger brother die in his sleep. The rouge came over to where he layed, named himself, and left to leave him for the dead.
Duskpaw remembered that day as it ran though his mind in horror images of the event. He couldn't do anything, he was weak, useless, couldn't speak now, had to touch to talk, and now the stupid cat wanted to scare him. Anger rose up into his chest as his claws shook with an urge to bolt after the cat and do the unthinkable for himself at his age. Kill him. He wanted to, and with his anger he turned the opposite way, went to the nearest tree, and slashed it again and again with tears boiling over his cheeks.
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[No Mentor[] Tom [] Mood: Pained, Sad, Angry [] Location: Edge of Second Forest[] Single]
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