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No one fought her damning.
Leopardstar knew this well; as Stonefur glared from above the cliff face, she saw no one show even a modicum of sympathy. All their faces were hard with anger and disgust. Why? Just because she knew the truth? One they were too cowardly to admit, but they all surely knew.
Even her father did not object.
She did not ask for mercy, as mercy was weak. Pity was not acceptable, so she knew it would commence with her falling to the murky depths below.
Despite herself, Leopardstar clutched to the edge, her feet trying to dig into the wall as her hands were grabbed by small, sharp claws. In an instant, she was thrown off, blood trailing behind her as she fell, fell and fell more.
When her eyes opened, she was surrounded by decaying trees, the blood red water thick and disgusting, almost trying to pull her down by the fur and overbearing cloth. Still, she would not part with it.
The world seemed damp, viscous and humid, and the leader paused as her hand met something hard, sharp and familiar. Pulling it up, uncaring at how her hand was cut open by the serrated edge, she was met with a skull.
Turning behind her, Leopardstar’s eyes narrowed as she realized what she had been subjected to, the hill built high and topped with the crushed remains of her own body's head.