"No! Please, j-just leave us alone!" "Too late for that, Strike." "But, Raggedfur-" Strike didn't get to finish her sentence. Raggedfur's claws slash through her throat, sending blood cascading down over my head, covering me like a crimson blanket. I shake the blood off of my pelt and cry, "Mom!" My black fur was now caked with dark-red blood, some already dried from the clawing I'd recieved from my father eariler. The wound in my ear stings again, as if it were a fresh wound. But it wasn't. I don't flinch at his insult. I'd been called an idiot and much worse by Da- him. I savor the moments.