[justify]None. At the moment he gave no fucks at all. Stalking from the leaders den, hackles raised, the first tier had only one thing on his mind. And that was the urge to run his claws across his half-sisters ugly face. Just those brief moments in her presence had brought back all the anger and the helplessness he'd felt when he'd been in Riverclan, struggling to live up to his fathers expectations. Goals that had always been impossible or something only Rainlegs herself had been able to do.
Forcefully shaking his head the chocolate tom plopped down on the outskirts of camp, tail lashing in the sand behind him.[/justify]