Twisted

Cadaver listened intently as Redrum spoke, his interest piqued by his friend's tales of battle and the mysterious warning of a distant cat. He nodded in understanding as Redrum explained the purpose of his tiger claw fittings, acknowledging the significance of being prepared for battle. "That's quite the accomplishment, Red," Cadaver replied, his voice filled with genuine admiration for his friend's bravery and skill on the battlefield. "Leaving scars on other wolves—it’ll give them something to remember you by." He added in amusement.

However, his expression grew more serious as Redrum mentioned the strange phenomenon of hearing a cat when danger approached. Cadaver's mismatched eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this information, his mind already calculating the potential implications. "A warning from a cat, you say?" Cadaver mused, his tone thoughtful. "That does sound unusual. Perhaps it's a sign of some sort of extra sense warning you of impending danger?" He glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any signs of the mysterious feline presence.

"Cadaver Nightwing"