[beau]

Well, Dunepounce’s attention was certainly captured now. He watched, face neutral, as Dusklion ripped into Fogmuzzle. He didn’t particularly care to see the slaughter, but he also definitely did not feel like skinning anyone, so he sat there.

It wasn’t anything to get upset about. She, like most of his clanmates. Was a nobody to him. Another one of the mob who just had to lose their head.

It’s a bit… extreme.

Okay. Yeah, life was extreme. He could name not one grown cat who hadn’t almost died at least once in their life - it should be clear by now that living was a privilege. Maybe this would help some cats figure out that in order to keep that privilege they oughta think before opening their trap or flashing their claws. This was fine.

Whatever. He should go hunting after this.