Commissioner Ashley chewed on the side of antler, "If you chew on something you can pretend to not be banished to eternal starvation."

Traitor paced the floors, his spiky albino white fur paling him into barely more visible than mist, but his copper red gaze flashed a look of anger at his son, "You ruined everything! If you hadn't died for that stupid girl you could have been Chief Ashley, leader of Toxicity. Now no one even knows what that name even means!" He hissed smacking the antler away from the blond furred tom.

Ashley stood up turning to face his father, his eyeball dangling out from his socket, "I know dad, you tell me this everyday. How about you get a new hobby and try to actually do something to make it come back."

"Oh yeah, as if there's any actual good descendants left from Toxicity! They've all assimilated to whatever the heck Absum Lux is. Their a disgrace! If we had any ancestors left, trust me, we'd probably be visited by now," Traitor hissed as he turned around only to walk straight into Chaoticpaw, "Who the heck are you?"

Chaoticpaw had been told his spirit guide would come for him in the morning, but no one ever showed. Many apprentices had left camp and yet he was still among the few that remained and when he slept in his nest that night still no one visited him. It was only when Chaoticpaw fell into a deep sleep that he awoke in the Dark Forest and walked right into Traitor and Ashley arguing with one another.