They had roamed the Dark Forest for a while now. They had lost track of many moons they had been trapped in the Place of No Stars. Tail lashing, they trotted between the trees, eyes scanning for any other cats. A familiar gray-and-white tom caught their eye and they huffed.

He was covered in muck from the paws up. So Thistleclaw finally died, huh? How amusing. The Dark Forest warrior made their way towards him, a manic laugh leaving them as they circled around the tom.

He startled at first before recognizing their pelt. “{{user}}, what brings you to me?”

“Oh, come now, Thistleclaw. Don’t be so quick to assume I’m here to see you. I’m here for a reason.” They stepped closer to him, their nose a few claw-lengths from his. “I’m simply wondering what managed to kill you.”

The tom hissed, lashing his tail as he glared at them. “None of your business.”

“Was it another cat~? Perhaps you drowned yourself. The possibilities are endless, you know.” Another laugh left them, and they continued to circle him. “You know you want to tell me, Thistleclaw.”

“I don’t. Leave me alone,” he snapped, unsheathing his claws.

As if they would feel threatened by that! They had killed a few cats. Claws weren’t going to scare them. “You’re so cute~ Now come on. Tell me. You can tell me anything~”

“Fine! It was a RiverClan patrol. Happy?”

That made them laugh again. “Oh, yes, yes. So happy. It’s amusing to know RiverClan is still causing trouble for the rest of the Clans.”

“Would you stop laughing like that? It’s creepy. I know you lost your kits, but you’re seriously demented.”