Scarclaw padded out of the Windclan Camp and through the forest. He had caught his son, Omnipaw, talking with Dawnsky about him only because he was eavesdropping on them. Dawnsky had sent him away to hunt for his actions. She seemed angry when she spoke to him. Making matters worse, Scarclaw hissed at Dawnsky before he left.

Scarclaw is and has been an unhappy warrior for several moons now. His mate died and he couldn't do anything to save her. He takes his frustration and anger out on his son. Most of the time, he stays away from other cats.

Scarclaw padded through the Windclan territory, smelling the scent of many prey. Scarclaw stopped, unsheathing his claws, and began to stalk very silently towards a rabbit that was chewing on a blade of grass. When he got closer, he lunged towards the rabbit and raked his claws deep into the rabbit, killing it. Unsatisfied, he continued to slash at the rabbit until there was a bunch of fur missing from one part. Scarclaw picked up and tossed the rabbit to a nearby tree.

Scarclaw began to smell the scent of mice. Many mice. He stalked, once again, silently to and through a bush. When he reached the other side, he dashed through the bush, slashing at all of the mice. Most of them got away, but he did kill three.

The source that was fueling his power was anger. Anger towards Dawnsky. Anger towards Omnipaw. But mostly, anger towards himself.

The tom picked up the three mice he just killed and padded over to the rabbit he had just slain. He dropped the mice by the rabbit.

"Omnipaw must hate me. He should hate me. For all he's been through, I deserve to be hated by my own son," Scarclaw meowed a bit more calm now that he had just got rid of his anger by killing helpless prey.