"What do you want to ask me about, Bramblepaw?" asked Lightpaw.

Bramblepaw rolled his eyes, in his usual cold demeanor. "My name is Bramblefang, not Bramblepaw."

"When...?" asked Lightpaw.

"When you were in your coma?" Bramblepaw prompted.

Searching his cold, icy eyes, she guessed, "You're here to insult me?"

He shook his head.

Suddenly, she noticed his unsheathed claws.

"You're going to attack your own sister?" she jolted back, shocked.

"Of course! You got Dad killed. If that wasn't enough, you got Flameblaze killed. You're weaker now as well. Nothing! You...deserve...to...suffer!" pain suddenly flashed through Bramblefang's usually expressionless eyes.

"But...if Petalflower has to heal me...wouldn't it be wasting herbs?" she tried to reason.

"Those who need herbs are weak. The weak are holding the Clan back! That's why ThunderClan is getting attacked too much! It's too weak!" Bramblefang retorted.

"I...I'm sorry. You're right. Dad and Flameblaze didn't deserve to die. But the strong are supposed to protect the weak! Unlike you! What did you ever do to deserve love?" Lightpaw snapped.

Suddenly realizing what she meowed, she sighed, "I'm sorry I said that. But the weak do need protection."

"Sorry doesn't work anymore! You've done too much harm...and...and you dare insult ME! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT YOU ARE INFERIOR?" Bramblefang snarled.

He pounced on her, ripping her already torn body, reopening wounds. Infected wounds. He sliced her cheek, her belly, her flank...her legs...her muzzle. But she didn't have the heart to attack back.

The pain seared through her aching body. She felt numb in most spots, and fiery pain in some.

"I'm sorry Bramblefang, but I'll have to tell Petalflower," she coughed up drops of blood.

"Oh yeah? Go ahead. I dare you. Just know...more cats will hate you. More cats will attack you...you little tattletale. Go on. Tell her, Tattlepaw. That's great anyway. Just know, when those cats attack you...I'll be the one to kill you measly whiny kit. Looks like I still love you after all. Since I'm warning you." he sneered.

"You're still attacking me," she replied a whispery croak.

"You deserve it," he snorted, "You deserve to die painfully. Only after suffering, many, many moons."

A pain that dug deeper than the wounds embedded in her body slashed at her. Her own brother would gladly kill her. Hated her...attacked her. Laughed at her. 

The sound of that insane laugh echoed in her ears as she was dragged into that portal of blackness...again, in such short time.