Author's note: GUESS WHO'S BEEN HOLDING THINGS IN.
Why don't you just lock up and leave. •A-S-H-F-U-R•
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
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Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight. It disgusted him. "Squirrelflight... It's like you caged my heart." Drooping his tail, thin trails of depression went behind the cat's steps. Azure eyes wide of hatred and mixed love, and a lick of pain. "If I don't have your love, I am rendered useless..." Heart beating, the tom's claws suddenly slid out gently. Freckles clouded his pelt, and his eyes went ruby red... The color of blood. Then it all became too real.
On the night of the storm it was as if StarClan had just given him the chance. The chance for her pain. Or his. Fire raged behind him. It licked the wood as the pelts of lovingly ginger, ebony black, misty gray, all mixed together in pure fear. "What are you doing!" Ashpaw screamed at the back of his head, but he reached for the skies. Lovingly red. Tinted with the reek of blood. One paw full of hating claws, he turned to her. Her face was full of shock. For once things were going his way. Eyes cold of hatred, his teeth glittered. Once. His. Way. Twitching his eye, he didn't even notice Hollyleaf's mind begin to click.
Not even really focused on the hunt, the tom smiled. Tonight was the night. Squirrelflight would be exposed, and Brambleclaw would want nothing to do with her. He would purr over the reactions, the yells, and the thoughts of lying. His claws glittering in the light, he smiled, the first in awhile. Then a creek. Flicking his ear, only a small, suffocated gasp could come through. Dark, unsheathed fangs bit into his neck, dragged him, and threw him in the river. Water splashed against him, and a long branch poked at him, keeping him there. Slowly blood dripped, and the tom's beautifully shaped azure eyes closed, sinking the last of light.