Talk:The Herb Patch/@comment-5331607-20121201065831/@comment-4312567-20121201083033

Mistshadow's grinned seemed to morph from icy to... something.

"So, a thinker, eh? Well, if you're so curious, it's because an army of uncivilised rogues are going to attack your Clan, and there's a badger in this territory, and it seems Starclan thinks they'll attack at the exact same time. And what do you think the result is?"

He grinned at the kit, his gold and black eyes flickering with a weird, menacing light, then continued.

"A massacre! That's why the Clan's so jittery. You should be  happy your littermates are innocent enough to play. Back when I was a kit, my parents would drill lessons into my brain, since I was three moons old, and I was sent to another Clan to learn their ways. Be happy you have parents who care enough to try and preserve your innocence, because once you've lost it, your innocence is gone forever."

He suddenly seemed to deflate, and transferred Nightkit onto his back, so the kit was pinned to his back, the kit's paws tied together with  Misthsadow's strong, unweilding tail.