How long [For SKC Cats]

Rabbitwhisker wasn't the resentful type, he was cautious and the type to allow others to make the big decisions. He preferred to observe and let things pan out before jumping on bandwagons, but he couldn't anymore. So many had been lost, taken to StarClan that he was the eldest warrior amongst the clan after Breezestar. When did this happen, he lamented, it felt like yesterday that he was kit, with Larktalon, Stormwing, and Rockfall looming over his small kit sized form. And his kits were all grown, Acornheather was a full Medicine Cat, and Deerflight a warrior with his own kits. So much had happened, but he felt like a distant spectator.

Then there was WindClan's invasion. Those filths. They'd taken everything without a hint of remorse.

There was little that riled the tom like how they'd taken everything from his clan. The home of his clan, the place he'd met his love, Heatherfang. It disgusted him. He would never look at them with anything other than pure hatred for what they did to his home. Which was why he was lingering by the river today, eyes locked on the forest that was across the river from him. They would take back their home one way or another, he knew that they had to. His claws dug into the ground as he watched and heard slinking figured beyond. Yes, they'd get back their home.

"What are you doing Rabbitwhisker?" Crowflight asked his former mentor who certainly trained him, and not the leader. The younger warrior sat down beside the older cat, looking at what the more experienced warrior was looking at. "Oh.. Yeah.." The warrior said after he realized that his mentor was looking towards home. The black warrior wanted to take back their home just as much as Rabbitwhisker did. But he didn't want to act out of term from Breezestar's orders.