There he was, struggling on the ground, squealing in my tight grasp over his throat. "Father," I say, letting out a smooth chuckle. "It didn't have to be this way. You just made it this way." I growl with an edge.

My claws practically wreathe around his throat. "You beat me, you never appreciated me. Why?" I stare at him, awaiting the response. He just stared at me with fierce eyes. "You.." He said, talking slowly. "You should not have been born." I hiss, my eyes turning to flames. "Why?" I ask calmly, although it's obvious I'm extremely angry.

"You where a mistake. I only mated with your mother to prove loyalty; we never expected you, the little filth of WindClan." I hissed. "I'm loyaler than you will ever be, Crowfeather. First Feathertail-" His eyes turned to slits. "How do you know about her?" I smirked, knowing I had him trapped. "Nightcloud," I reply, an evil laughter rumbling in my throat.

"Plus everyone who went on the Great Journey knew about it. You didn't think that Squirrelflight might tell?" In a teasing, babyish voice, I add, "Since you two where best friends!" He hisses, and tries to escape my grasp. I keep him firmly down, where he is unable to escape.

"Oh, and then, after little Feathertail died, you ran off with ThunderClan's medicine cat." I smile devilishly, going on about his disloyalties. "It's funny, really... Leafpool even denied you!" I laugh. He hisses again, eyes blazing angrily. "She was loyal to her Clan! Thats why she left me!"

"So you're defending her? I thought you where a 'loyal' WindClan cat!" His black pelt prickles and sticks out as I mock him further on. "No! I'm not defending her." I chuckle. "Sure, Crowfeather." I pause, and stare at him. "I actually kind of wish you hadn't mated with Nightcloud; I mean, what cat would want to be related to you?"

He doesn't speak, but stares at me with blazing eyes. "Finally, I have you. I've taunted you with words, and now I've finally got you trapped!" He squirms around, and I pin him down, digging my claws in his fur. "I've wanted to do this for a very long time, Crowfeather. After the terrible life you've made me live, I'll make you pay."

His eyes widen in fear, and before he can squeal for help, I bite into his throat, while digging my claws in his flank. His blood pours everywhere, and I lay in it. I stare at his body, right beside me. "Goodbye, Crowfeather!" I say in an almost innocent voice.

My name is Breezepelt. My father has made me live a terrible life, showing no love. My world has been cold, and now I finally have Crowfeather's blood to warm my heart. I have killed him; made him pay for the thing he's done. Anyone who gets in my way, teases me, treats me coldly...

They will die the same death as Crowfeather.

~Dove