Rift sighed and settled himself down onto the ground. If he was going to tell Atinneas about the attack, about the Bloodberries, he might as well tell the whole thing. Not that he even understand why it had happened, but perhaps the cub would.
"I've lived in Eridanus my whole life. I've dedicated myself to seeing this cave flourish and grow. Plants mean everything to me, anything that grows, anything with life, its precious and wonderful. I didn't understand, when I was a child, that not everyone felt the same. There were accidents, sure, where plant life was harmed, and I got angry, but never before Blackberry had I seen someone with such hatred towards life. She's a goose, was a goose, really. You'd think that even a young cougar like me could take her down, but I couldn't. When I saw her in the forest, tearing up bushes, scratching off the bark of trees, and being destructive for no other reason, I thought I could beat her and I attacked. But she's a monster. She almost killed me then, I don't know how, I don't know why, but before she did she flew off. I never saw her again." He shook his head here, his tail starting to thump against the ground with mild agitation. He had thought about that fight a lot, why it had happened. What was running through her head. Even now he struggled to understand that some people were cruel, just to be cruel.
"I never saw her, not until a couple of cycles ago. I didn't know about her, not at all - she lived in a tunnel far away from the forest so I heard nothing, only floating rumors of a dangerous family growing in strength. I never imagined that she would come back and I could never have dreamed what she would do if she did. But she did come back, and this time she came back with all of her children, whom she had raised from hatching to fight and kill. She was different too - grotesque, deformed, a monster. There was no way I could face them alone so I called for help. There are many that live in Eridanus who know me and trust me and they came to my aid. We met these Bloodberries in battle."
Just the mention sent the screams running through his ears and the taste of blood on his tongue. He closed his eyes and fought back the wave of nausea. He was silent for a moment, trying not to be thrown back into that terrible hell. "It was horrible," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "I thought I was in a nightmare, but it was real. The clearing was filled with screams and yells. The ground was stained with blood. The field in front of the home tree, my precious garden that I have put my soul into, it was ruined, trampled, torn apart, burned. I saw so many horrible things that day. I did horrible things as well. Everyone did, to protect the cave against those monsters. Before long, many began to fall. Friends that spent their days in peace and spread nothing but love were scarred and maimed. We were never meant to fight but we had to kill. When a gembound is injured bad enough, they will retreat into the chrysalis they hatched from to heal instead of die. The ground was littered with chrysalis when the battle was over and all that remained of one of Blackberry's sons was his gem. I, myself, fell to the goose and her daughter." He touched the solid mask on his face as sorrow overtook his heart. "You've never seen my face," his voice was hushed now, "and you never will. They took it from me. They tore it away. I...I wouldn't say I was particularly beautiful, but it was my face. Now when I look in the water, I don't see my face anymore. I won't ever see it again."
He tried to continue speaking but a lump had formed in his throat so he shut his jaws and waited for the wave of despair to pass. After a few moments he took a breath and cleared his throat. "That's what happened and why everyone was in so much disarray. We all slept longer then we meant to, in our chrysalis. It will take a long time for all the scars to heal. Both in the earth, on our skin, and in our hearts."