"Bramblefang, you guys, we need to talk," Lightfeather announced.

They nodded and padded out of camp.

"You know, this time I should kill you," Bramblefang mused, "they can help, but I make the killing move."

"Of course, superior," one agreed.

"Oh, I'm not dying today," Lightfeather meowed.

"Really? Who's dying than, inferior?" Bramblefang asked.

As they reached a deep gulley, she whirled around. "You guys are."

He rolled his eyes, "Think you can beat us?"

"Easy," she proclaimed.

"Get her!" he hissed.

In her rage and power she finally obeyed to unleash, she feinted, ripping apart the bodies until only Bramblefang remained.

"Sister, please," he pleaded, eyes shining with pleading.

"Now you're begging," her eyes gleamed, "I used to be weak. I used to hold back. Refused to attack. But now? I don't take 'please' and favors anymore."

"But we're family," he reasoned.

"Did that stop you from insulting me? Attacking me? For everyday of my life?" she asked, an icy tone in her voice.

"I'll do anything!" he begged, eyes scorching desperately.

"No," she hissed.

Lightfeather slashed his throat and watched him sink to the floor in satisfaction. She watched his limp body convulse, writhe in pain, his eyes glaze and his limp, cold body on the ground.

Scraping dirt over him, she licked the blood off her claws, a thrill shooting through her as she padded back to camp.