A plea for help.

Patéras frowned. This would be... harder than he had hoped. Oh well. The problem should be solved easily. "If you need more evidence then that I can give. How about the fact that our brothers names were Desolate and Stone? If that's not enough then how about our mother's name being Fallow, and her being killed by loners. Furthermore what about this; do you remember the day when mother died? Do you recall the single loner sitting there commanding the others? A short plump grey cat with green eyes?" He paused for a split second. "Do you need more evidence than that? Perhaps do you remember the day we played moss ball by the stream, you fell in and I had rescue you?" He paused, and sat back down. "That should suffice as... evidence."

ooc: sorry about making up a few events but I didn't have anything from the past to go off of.

ooc: that's quite alright ^^ this will be my final post, by the way

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Loaf had turned around and prepared to walk away when Pateras made his outburst. The tom froze, perhaps from shock as he listened to his tale. When he finished, he had to stop himself from lashing out and clawing the other tom's eyes out. A deep growl rumbled from his chest, but he swallowed the oncoming anger. This cat wasn't worth his time or energy for that. Besides, he was in no condition to. What if he missed, or Mitera decided to fight back? He would be a goner then. 

"Don't overstep your boundaries, loner," He spat, turning over his shoulder to stare at him with blazing amber eyes. He refused to believe this cat's...lies. Torrent was dead. Fallow was dead. Desolate was dead. Every single last cat he had known and loved was rotting in their own graves by now. Just rotten, stinky carcasses with how long they had been dead. "For now, make yourselves at home. But don't ever mention my family here again. I don't care who you are, or what you want, but anything about the past, stays there." With that, he stalked off, perhaps to rest in a patch of shade and groom himself free of blood.