"My head collided with the wall behind me. Of all the cuts I had received, this one hurt the worst. 'I know you're used to having power, Vladimir,' said Imran. 'But here, in my gang, you show me the UTMOST respect!' For having recently lost his other leg, he was still just as strong. 'I gave you the position I did because you saved my life after that attack, but I didn't give it to you so you could push me out. Now, I hope that wound reminds you what happens when you forget who's in charge.' I touched my lip, and with a pit in my stomach, I realized that he had left a cut in my lip that sliced all the way through to my teeth. He turned away with a chuff, and left me bleeding on the ground. I spat the blood out of my mouth, and shakily stood up, limping back to my den." /// This takes place after the previous picture, before Kingfish joins NightClan. It also happens after an attack that loses Threelegs' his front left leg. I'll elaborate that story later. Oh! A side note: the reason Threelegs' stump looks so old is because a) I thought it would be too graphic to draw a freshly severed limb, and b) Based on the fact that Threelegs survives the attack, I had to figure out what a cat would look like after such an attack with no veterinary help.