[Fawn]

Dovekit -

Seeing through the swarm of cats was nigh-impossible with every ThunderClanner buzzing about the grisly scene. Dovekit caught glimpses in the gaps and wove between legs to get closer. The coppery tang, unmistakably blood, settled heavy on her tongue but she pressed forward deeper into the chaos.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, only to resume a moment later in violent hammers against her ribcage. Spiderthroat. Broken, bloody — too bloody to truly assess the damage. Dovekit’s entire world screeched to a halt, and tiny claws tightened in the dirt as the instinctive desperation to ground herself took hold.

No. NO.

Loss was a stranger. But helplessness? That, she understood. Enough to viscerally loathe it with every fiber of her being. Dovekit vibrated, not with horror or shock, but with palpable fury.

Barely-constrained, white-hot rage tangled with dark, bitter resentment as Dovekit’s attention lashed to the comedy of errors wailing over her Spiderthroat’s fate. Wild green eyes narrowed. Sharp heaves erupted out of her, erratic and clipped.

She wanted to wring regret from them herself.

The spiraling desire to make them hurt too was leashed purely by Spiderthroat’s perceived and expected disapproval. And now, with his blood coating his pelt and the ground below, that was far less of a concern.