He snorted. "If you have the smallest inkling that they'd reinc-" Usually, there would be a tail slapping the talking cat's muzzle, to shut him up. But this was not the case. This was the Dark Forest. Tigerstar hissed in annoyance and lashed out on his son, making blood spurt as his face tore. Hawkfrost gasped a bit but stood his ground. He knew not to show weakness in front of his father. And Tigerstar knew that he knew. The father almost smiled. But the Dark Forest knew rain no more. They knew no sunshine, right, for the rainclouds to block. They knew no mercy. An act he ignored. "He'll do."