Snowfrost sat down, beginning to feel dizzy from the amount of blood pouring out of her lacerated belly.
"No, I wasn't either of their mentors. As an elder, I mainly sit around camp, watching the younger cats go about their lives. I hear and see a lot more than you realize." He smiled, remembering all the happy things he had seen in his life
"No, we're not going to kill her. That would make Bramblestar even more suspicious than he is now." He reasoned. "Instead, her returning in the state she's in will be a strong warning to Bramblestar."
“If she dies, so will her kits,” Darksky argued. “Depriving ThunderClan will be an even stronger warning, don’t you think?”
"No, we're not fox-hearts. At least not completely. We are not killing kits." His voice implied there was no arguing with him
“Fine. Then you better send her back now, before she dies anyway. She looks like she’s about to pass out, and I don’t want to clean her up.”
He walked over to her and touched noses. Soon she faded away. "No more hurting cats for no reason." He growled, stalking away
“Oh, there was a reason,” she muttered as Blackblood left.
He whipped around, teeth bared. "If you have something to say, say it to my face! I know you're trying to take over leadership, but I'm not going to allow that."
“You’re too soft!” she snarled. “If you want to rule the forest, you have to be prepared to do what it takes, and you’re not.”
