The blood dropped from Acorn's claws as he held them close to his face. A silver tabby cat lay in a puddle of blood. Thawpaw...Thawpaw...

Knowing he was capable of what he had just done made Acorn--let's put this in a simple way--horrified.

And he knew this would haunt him for the rest of his life.

A/N: Guys save me from the Lost soundtracks I'm getting lost in them