Thornkit had an amused smirk on his face. He released the golden brown kit and sashayed away with his friends. 

Lionkit fell to the ground, trembling. A small, deep cut was plastered on the left side of his neck. Blood slowly oozed out.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream at Thornkit for injuring my brother. But I did nothing. I just stood there. 

"I-I hate him." Lionkit sniffed. His sharp amber eyes were damp with tears. 

I nodded, observing our brother seeth in victory.