Crowfeather sunk his claws deep into Breezepelt's shoulders, pulling him off Lionblaze. The golden tom struggled away from the WindClan warrior and stared at him, shock and anger showing in his eyes. The black tom turned on his father, baring his teeth. "I always knew you favored your ThunderClan blood over me." Crowfeather retorted, "I did not, and I never did. You just wanted to believe that, and Nightcloud encouraged you." "Don't bring up Nightcloud! At least she loved me!" The last word ended with a yowl, and some of the fighting cats around them stopped for a heartbeat before unfreezing. The fierce look in Breezepelt's eyes made Crowfeather's neck fur bristle. Suddenly, before he could react, Breezepelt flung out his paw and flicked it across Crowfeather's face. Unbearable pain and a blinding, flashing light seemed to battle in his head, which gradually faded. He felt blood trickling from his face. All he could see was an empty black. ! STORY INSPIRED BY THE BOOK CROWFEATHER'S TRIAL. I WANTED TO MAKE HIS NIGHTMARE INTO A REALITY LOL ! COVER ART IS NOT MINE