He growled under his breath. Why do you think I slid my claws back in instead of scarring your pelt? He thought, annoyed
Lilyflight’s eyes opened slightly. “Tired,” she murmured. “It still hurts.”
"Can you stay awake long enough for a serious conversation?"
“What’s it about?” she asked blearily, though trying to sit up. This, as it turned out, was a bad decision. She fell back on her nest, wincing.
"Brackenkit has told me that he was training in the Dark Forest. With Blackblood. What should we do with him?"
“He what?” She tried to raise her head again. “He dared?”
He gently put a paw on her head, making her keep it down. "Yes. What do you think we should do?"
“If you let me up, I can kill him. Problem solved.”
"And do you really want to stoop to his level?" He kept his paw firmly on her head. "You're in no state for another battle anyway."
She sighed, knowing he was right. She couldn’t have fought even if she had actually meant to kill him. “I just don’t get it,” she murmured. “Why would he do that to a kit? I thought he had something in his heart for kits. That’s why he didn’t hurt Snowfrost.”
