"Sure, we can take that one cat. Easy," Valleyrose said, a touch of a growl to her voice, which was very uncharacteristic of her, "But think, Fatepaw, what will happen to the kits when she does not return? We don't know where they are or how many cats she is working with. If we ever want to see them again, we have to do what she s-says."

Tears started to well up in Valleyrose's eyes as the reality that she may never see her children again crashed down on her like a tsunami. She removed her paw off Fatepaw's throat and used it to wipe them away, "You need to listen to your superiors in moments like this. Acting on your own like this can get more cats killed than just you." stardance

"No, we can't just sit back and let them do whatever they want to us." While the young tom had long since doubted the position the clan was in, Fatepaw could not justify to horrible situationt the clan was in. He shook his head near the ground as he looked up to his new rulers. He felt the strength inside himself grow as he briefly redoubled his effort to save the kits from whatever this being was. "N-no, we can take her. She's just one, all of us can take her." His element bloomed once again.

Goldengrace growled lowly temper flaring as the cat in the mist joked about spilling the kits blood to make paint as Goldengrace brought out a few more of the paints. Her fury starting to go from a simmer to an all out pyre with every step even as she fetched the last paint. The orange paint.

The gall, the absolute nerve of this fiend. Goldengrace would like to find her kits or what this cat valued most and dangle it over a superheated river by magma, the likes seen when mother took back SunClan from Bloodycrow and to sneer and tell her to swim for it. See what she'd do.

Goldengrace normally would've been apalled at the depths of her anger and hatred, but perhaps it was just because she was just so done with this song and dance. Sick of someone deciding they wanted to be 'better' they wanted to make SunClan suffer because they had some gripe or other with someone else.

Every pawstep carrying the paint to the cat shrouded in mist seemed to get heavier and heavier, less stepping and more stomping. Her emotions burning higher and higher until they reached a boiling point.

How dare this stupid shadow cat, how dare she. IF she wanted paint so much-!

"Here's the paint you wanted so badly!" Goldengrace snapped hurling the orange paint right at the cat shrouded in the mist. See that get stopped by her mist!

Goldengrace gaped as the cat lifted the kit and sliced across it's throat. She stood there frozen, mouth dropping open as she just... stared stupidly.

She didn't know what she had expected. But in her anger filled haze she just... hadn't thought about the consequences. She had just wanted to spite this stupid domineering cat!

Tenebrousrequiem forced himself back up, a chill going down his spine when he realized it was quiet. Mintkit's mews and cries had gone silent. His heart froze and the dark tabby tom slowly, slowly looked up, and his eyes widened as he watched as the she cat lifted his daughter up and slit her throat.

His blood froze and everything seemed to still as blood dripped down Mintkit's body before the kit was set down at the cats paws.

Her threat of it being two next, made Tenebrousrequiem see red once more.

With a roaring shriek that was fury, grief and immense agony. That was his daughter! That was his DAUGHTER! He launched himself at the mist, screaming his wrath and agony at the cat he didn't leap this time instead shoved his way into the mist.

The ice stabbed him and Tenebrous's grief filled mad dash took him farther than his last attempt, but the ice cold was just too much.

He fought and clawed desperate to tear that cat apart desperate to make her pay. Desperate to get to Mintkit, to at least get her body away from this monster, as if just by getting her away and to Ferventprayer she could be safe once more. As if that would somehow erase the blood pooling underneath her tiny form. So much blood for a little kit.

"GRAAAHHHHH!" Tenebrousrequiem screamed as finally the chilling stabbing of the ice became too much and he stumbled out of it, breathing hard, amber eyes flashing with agony of grief and agony of the pain.

Someone needed to pay, something needed to pay.

He couldn't get to the mist cat...

"I-"

His head whipped towards Goldengrace, and his pupils shrank to pinprinks as the she cat took a stumbling step back shaking her head tears in her eyes.

"I didn't-"

Whatever pleas or platitudes or worthless apologies that were trickling from her lips. Tenebrousrequiem didn't care.

Instead he let out a howl and launched himself at her, barreling her over and slamming her to the ground.

"You got my daughter killed!" He roared, unsheathed claws digging into Goldengrace's pelt as he lifted her up and slamming her back down into the ground. "She's dead because of you!" He dug into her fur tearing out clumps and sending drops of blood spattering as the dark tom unleashed the full depths of his fury and grief upon her. "Because you-YOU you had to act out! You useless fool! I'll paint the floors with YOUR blood!" He screamed scratching and tearing into her, more and more blood joining the splatters on the ground. Taking his pound of flesh that his fury and agonized grieving heart demanded.

Tenebrousrequiem paid Festeringfruit no mind when the smaller warrior leapt onto his back continue to tear into Goldengrace. Though he jerked back when Festeringfruit grabbed onto the back of his neck, the action keeping Tenebrousrequiem from using his teeth as he'd been gearing up to do.

Bite down and tear out Goldengrace's throat. Leave her to bleed out, sharing the fate innocent, helpless Mintkit had suffered.

But, as Festeringfruit yanked back Tenebrousrequiem's sharp furious teeth snapped over air, catching a few hairs of Goldengrace's pelt. Then drew back entirely.

Snarling Tenebrousrequiem twisted trying to turn and lash out at the cat that had intervened when Festeringfruit snarled into his ear.

Tenebrousrequiem growled lowly, fury still pulsing through him. But the words brought back a semblance of sense accompanied by the sharp prick of claws digging into the skin beneath his pelt, drawing blood.

The sting of pain drew him out of the hollow depths his heart had slipped into, the icy chill from the mist having moved in like a cold front digging in and carving out a space in himself that would now be empty thanks to the inactions in others in stopping Goldengrace. In doing better.

He snarled lifting a paw and slashing across Goldengrace's muzzle, the she cat underneath letting out a cry as he tore open a wound along her cheek and the side of her muzzle. He watched as the blood slid down mixing with the she cat's tears. Tsk. Like she had any right to cry after she'd killed Mintkit.

Tenebrousrequiem stepped off Goldengrace and shook himself shrugging off Festeringfruit, though he barred his teeth. "Control your mate," He hissed, before he stepped away leaving Goldengrace, a mauled disheveled heap on the ground, to her mate.

Though once he stepped away, despite no longer having Festeringfruit on his back, suddenly every step felt heavier. In the haze of anger the agony of grief had dulled, but now it reared back up all over again. Mintkit was dead.

He staggered and planted his paws a shiver going through him entirely.

"Someone dump that paint in the river." He ground out, voice hollow. The fight ripped out of him. He stumbled over to Ferventprayer and dropped down beside her. Unable to do anything else. His strength spent, his anger waning, leaving an empty cold hollowness, a heaviness that weighed down each step.

Wisteriapaw rolled his eyes at his mentor and ignored the jape. Festeringfruit would either warm up to him or not. He watched events unfurl as if he was merely a spectator and not a participant. It wasn't that interesting but realistically, what could he do to stop it? -- He watched through the mist, carefully concealed as the cats fought and screamed by themselves. As if that would work. A kit was even killed in the process. Wasteful. Classic Sunclan cats: wasting a precious life, only valuing what was lost once it was no longer theirs. His green eyes glinted in the darkness before he allowed himself to be seen through the mist. Built sturdy and strong, holding his ginger head up high before the hostage clan. They surely were not so foolish as to think whining like a suckling newborn would help their case. "That's enough. You have already wasted one life." His voice rang out strong and clear so no one would miss a sound. He paused, eyeing each cat that stood up against them. They had followed orders to dump their paint out into the river and he would make sure that trend continued. "The kits will remain unharmed... provided you follow the rules. This is no longer Sunclan, but the Dominion. There is a new order in place," He took few steps forward, watching. He stopped just outside the mist and took in a breath before continuing. "In here, your god has no power, as you have seen," His tail flicked into the fog which had no effect on him. However, these cats would writhe in agony at the mere touch of it. "No prayer or talk of your previous god will be allowed under my order. When your paints are gone, you will scrub your fur clean. You will hunt only at night and if you do not return there will be tangible consequence. Any questions?" His voice was calm but stern. He did not have a care for their concerns, but it was better to try and nip some of this rebellion in the bud. He had heard enough howling and screaming for one night, it made his ears ring.