[occultation]

Originally Posted by forest

Hollowstorm, who had just sat down next to Blossomflight, tensed as Slatestripe came in. This is just trouble waiting to happen. he thought. Bearkit's tail was slapping Slatestripe's legs. And then the words came out of Bearkit's mouth. Not talking to him, but Slatestripe. “Are you my father? I’ve seen you a couple of times in the camp, and you look just like me, so I thought that you must be my dad! You’re here pretty often too, so I think that must mean you’re checking up on us!”
Hollowstorm bolted upright from his sitting position, his thick, fluffy tail slapping Slatestripe in the face as he snarled at him. He crouched down next to Bearkit, growling very softly. "I know he looks like you, Bearkit. But he is not your father. I am. I know I don't come here very often, but that's because I am warrior that volunteers for every patrol, hunts for the Clan and doesn't come back until I've caught enough prey, or it's been a day. Unlike him. His meow deepened on that last word, and he shot a glare at Slatestripe.

Originally Posted by FredTheFrog

Blossomflight felt rage bubble up until she couldn't hold it any more. She stormed over to Hollowtorm, and attempted to swipe a paw~ with unsheathed claws~ over her mate's face. "How dare you speak about Slatestripe that way!? He checks up on me more than you ever have, and you call yourself my mate!" She roared, pelt bristling. She pulled Bearkit close to her with a paw, glaring at Hollowstorm with cold eyes. How dare he. She could see why Slatestripe was more of a father figure to poor Bearkit.

[ @Cherry~ ]

Before Slatestripe could determine how he wanted to react, Hollowstorm shot over to him and started snarling. At the other warrior’s words, Slatestripe felt his fury rise and then spill over. He’d tried for so long to keep his emotions about Hollowstorm in check. The tom had worn on him, causing problems that didn’t need to exist and throwing his weight around like he was leader.

The tom set his pelt down, preparing to defend himself. As he did, Blossomflight came over and defended him. He felt a rush of appreciation, but he certainly wasn’t going to let her do all the work. It took a lot to get Slatestripe angry, but once he was, he wouldn’t hesitate to let it be known.

Thrusting his muzzle close to the other warrior, he snarled, “Are you implying that I don’t do anything for this Clan? Well, let’s think about that for a moment. Does Slatestripe do anything for his Clan. He helps apprentices train when their mentors aren’t meeting expectations. He organized a battle refresher promptly after the death of the deputy. He diligently trains his apprentice. He’s at every Clan meeting and every Gathering, without causing a ruckus. He helps out in the nursery, guarding and bringing food and changing nests. He volunteered to go fight the rogues. From here, Hollowstorm, it looks like I do a hell of a lot more than you. All I’ve seen you do the past moon is act like you’re some kind of high rank, throwing your weight around and speaking to Pikestar like he’s still an ordinary warrior and not our leader.” His amber eyes blazed with anger.

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