[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

Hatred was not something that Grousestar afraid of. What he was afraid of was losing his clan. The very cats he cared for. He feared losing them, he feared Skyclan crumbling. That's what he feared. But Pardus's hatred? It was no more than a passing breeze, insignificant and meaningless.
"I am not a murderer!" Spat the leader, hackles raised and eyes blazing.
"I killed for the betterment of those cats. Those self proclaimed 'leaders' were no more than dictators, rulers that killed those who did not follow their rule!"
All of the anger over the years, all of the built of frustration was bubbling up now. One might even consider him dangerous at this point, but Grousestar had this under control. He was allowing himself to get this angry, allowing the hateful words to spew from his mouth. This needed to be done. Because kind words wouldn't get answers from a kind cat like this. The trick was to intimidate them and force the answers from his mouth. Leave a mark to let cats know he was not just some 'nice cat', he was a leader, and a leader that deserved respect.
"You think I have a problem with seeing blood hm?" The leaders pupils narrowed and he raised a paw before lashing out, aiming to land a slash across the Syndicate tom's cheek. "I would never have a problem killing a cat like you, much less have a problem seeing your blood run."

(Its too late to reply now isnt it *doop*)