*WARNING: BLOOD AND SLIGHT GORE AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!*

Withershard stared at her mother's lifeless body, disbelief and rage clouding her cyan blue eyes. The BrambleClan warrior could feel something inside her snap.
She had just witnessed her mother's murder with her very own eyes. Staring at her, was none other than her murderer himself. "Raggedfang!" she hissed her father's name under her breath. The red tom slowly moved his green gaze to look at his daughter, an evil grin on his muzzle.
Withershard dug her claws deep into the ground. "You killed her! How could you!?" she wailed. "You were supposed to love her!"
"All love comes to an end, Withershard." Raggedfang growled quietly.
"And so does every life," Withershard added coldly. "Including yours!" leaping off her hind legs, she collided with the older warrior. She raking her claws across his flank in pure rage. Raggedfang slashed at her nose, hooking a claw in her soft flesh then tearing.
Blood spurted from Withershard's nose, causing her to yowl in pain. "Fox-heart!" she lunged herself at him once again, but Raggedfang stepped to the side, avoiding her attack. "I think you will have to do better than tha-" SLASH! In Raggedfang's moment of mockery, his daughter managed to slice open his throat. His words were interrupted by gurgling sounds as he fell over, left to bleed out in the forest.
Withershard turned away, then stopped to look down at her now blood soaked paws. "I-" she looked at a dying Raggedfang, then back at her paws. "I killed him. I killed in rage. I killed in cold blood. I killed.... So I am no better than him..."