[coarsepaw]

Blood splattered everywhere, this wasn't exactly the part of anywhere you would want to go to. Coarse was usaully drawn to this place by something, he couldn't tell what. It just seems like it was worth his time.
A strange voice came into his head You are the mass murderer of rogues, destroyer of peace, and the killer of clans. What do you seem to want in life other than ending others? It echoed.
"It doesn't seem like it would matter." He replied in his mind.
No one knows what you have done, what you will do, and how it will be too late. We have tried to gain peace with you, it just seems harder than we thought. You must speak with us, or for ever be ashamed for your actions. The voice drifted away on the wind, to the little moutain Coarse could see. "Little moutain, where cats go to speak with Starclan? Must be impossible at this rate. If only I knew what said that..."He thought, laying in a dry part of the blood stained grass.
(Btw, this is Coarse's Mark.)