#shiverstream

Shiverpaw's eyes were wide as he watched his mentor eat the prey he'd been given. "I know what you did. You killed those cats, it wasn't a disease!" He wails, his pale silver and white tabby pelt bristling with anguish and anxiety. "You lied to your clan, did those has things...why?"

Flamewatcher's eyes narrowed as he swallowed the last bite of his food. His nose wrinkles, tongue swiping over his lips. The prey was stringy and tasted odd, but his focus was not on the aged prey, but instead on his foolish apprentice. "Not all heros do the "right" thing to good in the world. I only did what I needed to do, and if that meant killing the heretics for their denial of Starclan's existance and for their breaking of the Code, then I was merely doing this world a favour." He snaps, rising to his paws and towering dangerously over the younger tom. "As a Medicine Cat it is my duty to do such things, I'm just the only one willing to do my duties RIGHT."