Chapter 13
The world was dark and the air around Shadowpaw smelled rank and musty. The glowing slits of Shadowpaw's father where right in his face, and hatred beamed off of his pelt. Shadowpaw was so terrified that his father would attack him again…they were alone and out of camp territory.
"You haven't told anyone our little secret have you?" Scar growled. Shadowpaw slightly raised his chin and shook his head, Scar looked unconvinced, and so he showed his teeth. "Not even your little mentor?"
Shadowpaw shook his head again.
"Not even your pathetic mother?" Scar pressed. Shadowpaw's neck fur began to bristle in anger as his father talked about his mother like that. Scar rolled his eyes and flicked his tail; Shadowpaw knew his father wanted so badly just to sink his claws into Shadowpaw's fur.
Shadowpaw caught a familiar scent in the wind for a heartbeat until it was gone again.
"It's your fault she hates me." Scar growled. I meant the world to her…but then you were born."
Shadowpaw flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes.
"She never left your side." Scar hissed. "But she always left mine!"
Anger bubbled under the surface of Shadowpaw's pelt.
"But I can't help but wonder…" Scar mewed in a creepily calm voice. "Would she love me again if you were dead?"
"What are you saying?" Shadowpaw demanded.
"Watch your back, kit!" Scar shoved his mangled muzzle in Shadowpaw's face. The black tom backed away and was left in the forest with the snickers of his father left behind.
Great StarClan! He's going to kill me!