"No, I'm not deaf," Frostfall spat at the other, "I just don't understand why you need to be breathing down my back all the time. Insulting me, degrading me... you never change, Lionstar! Ever since this stupidity with SkyClan all you've done is spit in my face and I'm sick and tired of it! You want more patrols?! Is that what you want?!" He yowled spitefully. Unaware just how loud he had raised his voice, Frostfall took a moment to pause, his chest heaving with two parts anger and exhaustion. He wanted to cry like he had in the woods, so frustrated and fed up. When he had walked into the den, Lionstar had looked so... bright?... so proud of Eagleflight... and then when he turned to look at him? A gutteral growl rumbled in his throat at the thought, tail lashing back and forth. Why couldn't he have that? Why could he never have that?!
"Nothing I do is ever right, is it? Is it because I'm just some traitor?" His anger began to amp up again, eyes watering, yet no tears fell. "You think I'm here just sitting on my paws to let the other clans in? Like I'll just run off with them when things start getting difficult?! You think I want that sheep to take over my position?! And Fawnsqueak isn't even experienced enough to be a deputy!"