decoding the mind... [solo]

[stag]

Frostscreech.

Former Shadowclan Warrior.

She was a mess. Lost. That was funny enough as it is, and with memory loss, she would never serve Shadowclan...at least effectively. She didn't even know who or what she was. He had offered guidance before but dragging her here now was a risk on its own. But who was he to not take a few risks, it wasn't like it was life or death anymore.

The silver bengal is careful, waiting till he watches her fall asleep out of pure depravity. Something he has..unfortunately...watched her do multiple times now. Frostscreech scoffs at it. He could officially file her into the den of useless, he supposed. Then she appears, fur ragged, covered in the same blood as in the real world. He didn't wait to begin his "lesson".

"Lets pay attention shall we. For starters, your name isn't Murderer, nor is it anything else dumb that you come up with. You've had two names only and that's Howlingkit and Heronpaw. So pick which of those you go by now." Blue and yellow eyes give him a stare he has never seen before. One of pure anger and the urge of violence. Funny, how she thought she could harm a spirit.

He never took the now eldest of that litter to be that idiotic though...she knew something he didn't and that was for sure.