[Ziera]

// @Zero | @spade

Despite the accusatory question and her dumfounded stare, Stormtalon chose not to acknowledge Iris just then. Of course he didn’t tell her. What was the benefit? Processing this tide-changing news alongside a chatty kitten the entire way home from cattail pond? Stars no. If the revelation of his identity was abrupt for Iris, then good. Let it be a taste of her own medicine.

Grim pity congealed in his chest. My mom is gonna come back to get me. Obviously. When hedgehogs fly. Stormtalon’s mouth took on a sardonic curve as Kestrelstar’s ‘assurance’ reached his ears, the callousness of it complimenting his own spiteful nature. Shattering Iris' illusions of Silverfish as a caring, dutiful mother who never abandoned her children to pursue her own selfish dreams might have to wait a couple moons.

Then Kestrel straightened to ask something even more amusing. Would a kit sister obliterate Stormtalon’s work ethic in the blink of an eye and leave Mistypaw neglected? Who knew the guy was a comedian.

“If I thought so, I wouldn’t ask.” Storm never left a job half done; he was quite addicted to competence. The tom’s voice adopted a bit of a challenge, a bantering edge as green eyes struck gold. “And here I thought you enjoyed assigning me random kits to babysit.”