Hushed Willows If hate is what fuels me, it feels great

So you're an owl then? Trick questioned out of the blue. What kind? He asked, genuinely curious about what owl she would pick. Trick had seen them at night, mostly on his travels, but even here in Teekon they roamed. He had seen white ones at his trips to the north, big gray ones in trees of dark forests, even some brown ones who he could not really identify, for they all looked so similar.

He sighed one last long sigh, afraid to answer. But, in the end, Nova might share his concerns for the true marauders. I think my frustrations are caused by the new alpha females. They are despicable leaders. They have not been here as long as you and me, and still they claim the title of the upper tier, of Warbone himself. I am enraged that this is happening, but I can't do anything about it but just play along. He rambled on with gritted teeth, his eyes not focused on the ghostly female.

I believe what Warbone would have wanted, was that one of us, the true marauders, would rule. We, who stood behind him like an unbreakable wall, surely are much more capable of leading this pack than those mothers. Never had he talked so much truth in one go, but he felt good after.