Light's muzzle was crinkled, and his stomach churned. Before him lied the dead body of a she-cat, a thin dull ginger with glassy eyes. She had been here for a few days, by his guess, her paws outstretched in front of her as if even in death she tried to run from what had killed her.

"I-I know this cat, she was part of Stark's group." Cinder was trembling, the tom cat's fur on end. He seemed sick himself. "Her name was Missy, she was in the d-den not to far from mine... oh whiskers."

"Poor cat, seems like she was trying to escape. There isn't much left of the poor scrap but it's better than leaving her for the ravens." Sheer for once didn't have his cheery outgoing ness, to not see the humoured glint in his eyes was something Light found to be disturbing.

"Right, Fern, Soot, Twig, help me dig a hole, the ground over here seems soft enough." Light unsheathed his claws, ripping up the dirt of what he could assume to be an old upwalker garden. The yard was broken down and the den seemed abandoned, Light felt another shiver run through his thick pelt. One moment they were hunting next thing they were burying a cat killed by Stark's cruel ways, he was starting to be able to taste the vile at the back of his throat. A bitter, burning sour taste that made it hard to even look at the plump mouse Twig had caught.

"We need to do something about that Stark fellow, he can't just keep doing stuff like this! Why I outta take my death stick and storm his camp!" Sheer puffed out his fur, Light thought he looked like a big angry pinecone.

"Stark has several cats under his claws, our group might be growing but we're nothing compared to him." Light didn't like being the anti optimistic, but he figured he had to speak reason, or Sheer would run head first into battle. As much as he could want to batter the tom over the head some days, Light had to admit that he couldn't help but like the other tom, he didn't want anything happening to him.

"Light's right Sheer," Fern called from where she was digging away pawfuls of dirt. "Besides we don't even know where his den is."

"Grrrr... well then what do we do about the flea-bag?" The brown and black tom's tail lashed from side to side, before he looked at Cinder with a hasty movement. "Hey you! You were one of his cats, where does the filthy dog live?"

"Cinder I'll pull off your whiskers if you tell him," Fern pressed her ears against her head, the ginger cat looking sharply at the nervous grey tom cat.

"I-I won't," he assured with a tone that said he was trying to not take her seriously, but it was very obvious that Cinder didn't doubt she'd do that for a second.

"That dog heart!" Sheer hissed, his unsheathed claws gripped the dirt to stabilize his shaking legs. "I feel so useless! Cats are getting hurt and we're not nearly powerful enough to deal with him," the brown and black cat's bottom hit the ground harder then what Light imagined to be intentional.

'Even a cat like Sheer can be serious when the time calls... I hope we get the chance, for his sake and for the sake of this she-cat and whoever else stark hurt.' Light thought as his claws hit tone underneath the dirt. 'The upwalkers must of put it here...weird.. well, it's cat sized.' Light didn't ask any of the others to touch the body, he gently gripped the corpse's scruff and drug her into the hole, carefully nudging her limbs into the grave. The taste of death was sickening, he gagged but still kept that sourness somewhere in his stomach, somehow. The others worked together, pawful by pawful pushing the dug up soil over the ginger fur until there was no hint that a cat had been here. Cinder drug over some twigs, "to cover the grave and mask the scent, so no droolers dig her up..." he started, and with no more words needed Light helped drag over leaves and twigs and small stones under every breath only brought in the smell of the upwalkers place.

"No drooler will ever find her, she'll rest in peace knowing cats cared about what happened to her body." Twig gently laid her tail over the back of the big footed tom, who nodded with a dull gaze to the mound.

Light lead them straight home after that, and each step brought upon the urge to glance behind him. 'Even if we can't fight Stark, we need to do something, I don't want to live the rest of my life with the constant fear of being jumped resting on my shoulder... I'll speak to Hoarfrost as soon as we return,' the the brindle coloured cat leapt up on and over a fence, the other five cats following at his tail. They returned with the sun at its highest point, to cats dozing in the sunlight, and after dropping off his prey he went to the nest of the silver tabby he called his best friend.

"Nmnhhh..." his ears perked when he heard the groan, and he found Hoarfrost in his nest, twisting and thrashing as if some invisible snare was around his neck. Light's green eyes widened until he swore they were to burst as the tom struggled.

"Hoarfrost!"