Quiet, Peace, Oh Lovely Peace

[<< Branchwhisker >>]

^{I know you're type,
You're Daddy's little girl
Just take a bite
Let me shake up your world
I'm gonna make you lose control...}

<sup>Branchwhisker slinked into the corner of the den, his ears and tail twitching as he stood up on his hind legs, dragging his unnaturally long, hooked claws down the side of a rock, creating a loud, high-pitched squealing sound as they sharpened. 'Lovely,' he thought as he extended his paw out to look at the sharp claws before sheathing them back in.

Branchwhisker smirked and plopped himself in the dark shadows of the den, curling his body in a small ball as his tail curled around. "I'll show you, father. I just hope you're in Starclan so you can watch your wreckage of a son prove himself." He muttered inaudibly to himself. His murky green eyes were the only thing that gleamed in the darkness, the glaring color watching from a distance as the other cats walked, doing their day to day business. He watched, unnoticed, as always, lurking.</sup>

^{I know you're type, Boy
You're Dangerous
You're that guy I'd be stupid to trust}

((Lyrics: Cobra Starship Good Girls Go Bad))