[Ziera]

// @Zesty Mango | @Papaya | @Rainquail

Of all the flea-brained, delusional half-wits he had the displeasure of sharing air with... Stormtalon fixed Blizzardsky with a look that could singe. Listen - the tom had no qualms pushing himself. He engaged in extra patrols and duties the entire time Kestrel was absent, even reopened his wounds (to Snakeheart's chagrin), so it wasn't the extra work that irked him. It was the cat who ordered it. Stormtalon didn't consider himself petulant, but, well. How to put it simply? He would rather claw out his eyes than feed into Blizzardsky's fantastical power trip.

Padding forward with a lazy authority about him, not overtly threatening but the implication still there, Stormtalon stopped where he knew Blizzard could see. His mouth flicked into his signature half-grin.

"No."

If Blizzardstar didn't like it, fine. Exile him. Just try. The tom padded away, preparing to carry out his next 'unofficial' hunting patrol with Mistypaw

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