Blood stains the earth beneath your paws, but the crimson colored fluid isn’t yours, no, it belongs to the cat you’ve just killed, that also lies motionless before you, still and silent, your own clanmate. This feels…—

No, no time to think about how you feel right now, you need to clean this up, wash away your crime before some cat finds—

Oh, oh no. Your gaze lands on.. Graystripe. He stands a few tail lengths away, eyes wide and ears pinned back in horror. He almost can’t believe his own eyes, almost can’t believe.. that you would do this.

”….you’re a murderer.. why..?”