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Heartstruck (must have forgotten to tag ya whoops)
Icestar almost,
almost felt bad for this wild, insane cat. She could sense every bit of rage and grief. She could see the pain in his eyes. But she could not feel sympathy for him. No, Shadestripe did not deserve pity. She leapt to the side, avoiding his first dash towards her.
"Do you realize how kit-like you sound?" She hissed, aiming a blow at his side, thrusting her heavy weight forward in hopes to off-balance him. She spat angrily as she felt his claws collide with her shoulder, even if the attack was messy and uncoordinated.
"Cillylight killed multiple cats in our clan. If she had been allowed to live, she would have killed more. But do not change the subject now. This is not about Chillylight. This is about you, Shadestripe. You have killed just as much as I. Why don't you just ask Flamestrike, hmm? Why don't you ask his family, who will never see him again? Ask Emberpaw, who lay helpless in her nest, unable to even move while your other patient died!"
With every scathing insult, she batted another strong paw at the smaller tom, to defend herself from his petty, rage-induced attacks. They were not too difficult to dodge at this point--this cat was blinded, vision clouded with so much rage.
"Just give up! Accept your punishment with some dignity, for StarClan's sake!"