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Originally Posted by starfall

The solid black Tom could feel his throat tighten, it felt as though his lungs were collapsing. He couldn't breathe. Fear didn't just sweep over him, it hit him hard. He wasn't sure what to do, he couldn't think, his vision went blurry, white fuzz everywhere. He was terrified. Nightpaw almost fell out of the tree, and he would have if he wasn't griping the tree so tightly with his claws. His mind was in a whirl, he wasn't able to think straight, he wanted to clamber down the tree and beg, plead, cry for forgiveness. But at the same time he knew that if he went down there, he would get killed. After a few more deep breaths he turned his silver optics down on the shadowy figure, "You can't be Ratnight...I helped kill him. Grousestar took his life. I saw it drain from his eyes!" he snapped, his soft voice was ragged, hoarse. He was speaking much louder than usual resulting in his usual soft, soothing voice becoming broken and awful to hear. He crouched on the branch he was perched on and flicked his tail, the appendage was swinging back and fourth as he focused his attention on the molly "You sound too feminine........who are you?" he asked, using his normal voice this time. He no longer wished to strain himself, no longer wished to fight. If it really was him, if it really was Ratnight, then Nightpaw would surely die tonight. And the worst part of that was the fact that he still never apologized to Gyrestar....and he still never made up for his sins, he still hadn't been able to wash all of the blood off of his claws. Just the thought of that made his fur tingle and his heart almost stop. He had finally realized something. He was just as bad as Ratnight.

(Mossdrop can fake voices actually, and she normally has a deep voice so that works out.) @starfall
The tabby chuckled darkly, eyes glinted in the shadows of the trees. "It took you long enough to realize, what stupidity did they sit you through?" The molly sneered, a taunting tone in her voice, eyes narrowed in enjoyment. "Ah, but of course, the jumpy ones always are weak, and...quite stupid. You need to realize cats can be brought back, for a greater purpose, and that it is what I am here for." Mossdrop chuckled, tail lashing, amusement and enjoyment flashing her cold gaze. This cat was fun to toy with, and they had ties to the EE leader, brilliant, it would serve her well. "Names are unimportant, but I am some cat you should be afraid of, lets not forget that, or you're brother will have a great price to pay, hmm?" This threat would set in the plan nicely, and Mossdrop could get pay back and revenge, finally for so long in anger and rage filled thoughts. Ratnight would come back, in the spirit of her kit. Her claws unsheathed, ears twitching as she watched the tom closely. It was time to settle that fear even further. "You don't want your brother to die, do you? I have already settled that a long time ago..you know.." She grinned darkly from the shadows, watching the frightened tom, waiting, watching, with a amber glow threatening him with every moment he was their on that tree, he would never be safe here, as long as she was alive, or any EE supporter was alive.