It had been a while since he had last visited this place. The corpse this time was strung up, slow roasting underneath a fire as it spun lazily on the thick iron chain that had cut its breath from its neck. The corpse was that of a pregnant ThunderClan she-cat and her belly had been slit so her unborn kittens had hung down from her like grotesque balls of unshaped flesh. A few of the kits had begun to char in the flames of the conflagration underneath them.
Meanwhile, the flayed skin of the she-cat had been hung out and it snapped in the wind like a bloody sheet.