[spade]

Sending a last glare towards both of the apprentice, Kestrelwing straightened himself up, disgust apparent on his expression. "Stars I hope your Clans aren't filled with mouse-dung excuses for cats like you," he muttered, lashing his tail before turning away. All the adrenaline that had been building up while he was yelling at the two vanished in an instant. Now Kestrelwing just felt tired, and though he knew he'd just left Fernpaw's side, his social battery was too low to care. Instead, he took up a place on the outskirts of those gathered, turning his tired gaze up to Lionstorm, an almost pleading look in them.

Please put these disrespectful cats in their place...

// @Stormpoppy @Lukas Novick