Oakfur felt his pelt bristle as he watched Wolfclaw padding down from the leader's den. He slunk into the shadows and watched as all around him, his Clanmates rose to cheer for the cat who had destroyed their Clan. They cat who had killed nine of their warriors. He remembered the dying face of Owltooth as she slowly lost her life. He remembered the anger rising to his throat for the cat who had killed his mother and brother. He growled under his breath. For a moment, Wolfclaw looked confused then he joined Lilacsong and they padded to the nursery, bright smiles on their faces, pelts brushing. Oakfur caught the look of warm love Bramblestar gave to his son as he walked away. Wolfclaw had betrayed their Clan and in return, he got the love of his father, the leader, the love of a mate and his own kits. Oakfur couldn't suppress the snarl rising in his throat. It wasn't fair. Sometimes, things weren't fair. And this time, it was up to him to make it fair.