Blindness[C]

This conversation was unavoidable. ShadowClan only had so many warriors, and eventually Quillsplash was placed in the same patrol as his second mother. Guilt over Crowspirit's death wormed through his belly as they padded through the shadows-shrouded marshland, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried to explain it to Swiftheart she'd never understand. She'd never seen how a cat could rot away over time like a piece of fresh-kill going bad. If anything, he had done his sister a huge favor in taking her life while she was still alive and happy. Well, she wasn't happy during her last few moments, and while that may be on him, it was partially the she-cat's fault for fighting back so hard. Quillsplash tasted the air, aware of the way his mother's gaze burned into the back of his neck. Just do your job, he told himself as he caught the scent of prey. He stalked up to the frog and killed it easily, his body moving on instinct rather than actual thoughts. He was too distracted by the sound of Swiftheart's breaths, loud and heavy as if each one was reminding him of what he had robbed from Crowspirit.