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the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. He ain’t too sure how he ended up here watchin’ nature with a crinkled brow but here he was watchin’ the leaves flutter in the new leaf breeze. Damn. Is this how I’m gonna be spendin’ my free...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. The older tom—scarred and broken—stared at the Scottish Fold, havin’ not expectin’ an apology upon steppin’ paw inside the den. The hell are ya goin’ on about, kid? What had the kid done to...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Considerin’ the few crappy days they’ve had, Duskpool decided on a huntin’ patrol, providin’ they found anythin’ after the storm wrecked havoc. His tail quivered, tossin’ a glance toward...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Sittin’ further back from the rest, Duskpool took a tentative seat with a wooly plumage wrapped loosely around enormous paws. It ain’t hard to see the ragged grimace paintin’ Twitchstar’s...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Comin’ back from a night walk clearin’ the maelstrom that ended up becomin’ his thoughts to see Bellabloom and a kit wrapped in her tail observin’ the stars. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. So long as the worst of it is over. He skimmed a molten hue across the damages with a notable frown. Of course, Duskpool ain’t too sure that was the worst when they’ve got a half-destroyed...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. The storm raged before them, rattlin’ bones and upliftin’ dirt, remindin’ everyone just how violent and angry Mother Nature can be when provoked. His whiskers quivered, muscles coilin’ like...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. The brute paused, wooly plumage flickerin’ against the ground at Sealpaw’s appearance, brow raised in inquiry. “Reckon somethin’ with the upwalkers.” He mused idly to Twitchstar. It ain’t...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Duskpool barely witnessed Fluffypaw’s departure, too occupied with the bleedin’ tom before him and the mess Chickbloom found themselves in. “Just me, kiddo.” He reassured the scrambled-hued...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. The one-eyed tom blinked idly at the daylight apprentice, brows drawn together. Made him wonder how folks could be this chipper in the mornin’ when he looked and felt like death warmed over...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. The older tom paused, watchin’ the lot of them with somethin’ akin to grief, subtle as it was, but still present and a damn thorn in his hide. His gaze watchin’ berry-stained paws with rapt...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Standin’ a few tail lengths from the rest of his clanmates, Duskpool stared blankly at the gruesome remains of Sillybreeze. Too young. His thoughts echoed on repeat, foreign yet familiar...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Duskpool had been fortunate enough to wrangle in a mouse that now rested between enormous paws, watchin’ idly at Edenberry and Fluffypaw, takin’ note of their catches. His gaze then drew to...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. Duskpool ain’t one for climbin’ much these past few moons after wreckin’ his shoulder, but watchin’ from a low-hangin’ branch with his tail dangin’ over the edge brought the battered tom some...

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me. He’d been comin’ around from a solo huntin’ trip when he stumbled on the lot of ‘em tossin’ mud at each other. His nose wrinkled at the thought of bein’ smothered in the stuff. He ain’t much of...