They've beat her and crushed her, but they do not relent. Clemency is a foreign concept, mercy a disease. They drag her from her cage, and her prison has never felt more like a sanctuary. She'll never come back to this pathetic haven, she knows. Never again retreat to her dark nest in the corner; her careful, quiet, cautious digging has been for nothing. Her walk is a slow funeral march, and death weighs her down with every step. She can barely move for the weight, almost collapses before they shove her into that clearing and then into the arena. The sheer hatred of the Clan is another layer she can't carry, and as the grey tom's claws tear through her pelt, she sinks to the ground. She presses her face to the grass. She gives up.
the au where smokefang murders Miss as if we needed another reason to hate him