TigerMoth slept badly, muttering and shaking in his sleep for the past week. Moonstrike asked him about it, but he just brushed her off.
"I'm fine, don't waste you time on me." TigerMoth grunted.
But he wasn't fine.
TigerMoth bedded down for the night and curled up, letting sleep overtake him.
He was a teen again, collecting berries and roots with his father, at least, he thought it was his father. Everyone's faces were blurry.
He shook his head and went back to collecting, hearing a splash from around the nursery but didn't think much of it. Then frenzied screaming echoed from the young cubs.
TigerMoth's eyes widened and he ran towards the nursery, seeing Raven's eyes wide with terror as he kept splashing his claws into the water.
A weak cry went up and when Raven pulled his claws back they were covered in blood.
A familiar pink cub started crying louder. "Fell in, fell in!" She wailed.
TigerMoth saw a small, soggy ball of fur being swept away by the river and was about to jump in before his father beat him to it.
The dream went fuzzy and dazzling lights blinded TigerMoth. Then everything merged together.
His little sister, the soggy ball of fur, had a bleeding cuts lining her throat. She was dead, by Raven's claws.
Tears lined his eyes and he turned away.
Raven was cowering in fear before the alpha, no doubt hearing how he had failed the tribe, having been given one job, how he had failed.
TigerMoth couldn't hear what the alpha said, but her lips spelled out the single word.
"Murderer."
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TigerMoth woke up shivering, the sun had started to rise. He got up, and walked over to the stream to drink.
On his way there TigerMoth saw Raven walking back to camp from his nocturnal hunting trip and sighed.
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