"You cannot do this!"
The tomcat stared at her, his ears flattening against his narrow skull. The silvery tabby she-cat narrowed her eyes and raised her chin coolly. "I most certainly can, Duskbloom, and I am sure you know that." A tiny smirk krept across her face, tugging at her muzzle. "I'm in charge as long as there is frost in the forest."
Duskbloom bared his teeth. "I will never allow this! She is my daughter."
"She is a traitor," the she-cat corrected him quietly, "and she will pay for her crimes." Her claws slid out of their sheaths smoothly, gleaming in the pale moonlight. All around them, snow was silently falling in tiny crystals, dusting their fur and sending shivers down the tomcat's spine, all while the she-cat was absolutely unshaken by the icy temperatures. The tomcat was belly-deep in the thick, white surface, but she barely even sank into the snow, a trick the IceClan cats had developed by spreading their specialized toes and acquiring perfect balance.