Crypaw sighed; tail tip twitching as for what felt like the billionth time, she tried to stand up again. "You can do it!" Smoke cheered on, but Crypaw's self esteem had been completely torn and she collapsed back onto the ground with a huff. "I can't do it! Stop lying to yourself. My legs are paralyzed, I can't walk and may never be able to." The she-cat sighed and rested her chin down on her paws. "That's not true, you haven't tried hard enough-" "I haven't tried hard enough?! I've tried over and over, countless times - no, I'm just a useless mess! Why do you care anyway?!" Crypaw hissed, but Smoke didn't reply, only mewed "Get up, and do it again." His tone was stern, eyes narrowed. The she-cat glared up at him and slowly began to rise to her feet, claws unsheathing, although she was unbalanced, Crypaw stood and took a step forwards - she forgot the fact that she was walking, and anger got the better of her. Her gaze hardened and she leaped for Smoke's throat, her fangs easily sinking in until blood began to drip out, and the grey tom could no longer breathe. He dropped to the ground in a writhing mess, and with a smirk Crypaw limped back in the direction of Sunclan, blood dripping from her muzzle. Nobody tells me what to do...