Post by Blaze on Jan 21, 2019 0:37:39 GMT
Thyra
Feathersong had been pacing in front of Heatherstar's den since SunHigh.
She truly cared for her brother, but sometimes, he was just the biggest rabbitbrain in the Five. Perhaps she could cut him some slack. Ever since the start of Leafbare, her brother, Mothflame had became antsy and irritable with the cold and lack of food in Windclan territory, but so was the rest of the clan. He wasn't the only one who was starving!
Yesterday, he'd became impatient while he was out on a hunting patrol and had eaten some prey that they were take home. She was one of the cats that was on patrol with him and noticed what he was doing, so she had scolded him for being so mousebrained. Mothflame had retorted that there was no harm in feeding himself, since he was still hunting, but Feathersong wouldn't have it. She tried to make him see that what he was doing was wrong, but he just wouldn't listen to reason.
She lost her temper with him and the two hadn't spoken since then. She knew for a fact that Mothflame was in the wrong, but she couldn't help but feel... guilty. She didn't understand how, there were kits and elders that needed to be fed above all else, Mothflame had to understand that what he was doing was against the warrior code.
And yet.
Perhaps, she could have dealt with it differently. She didn't want to shout at him, but he just made her feel so frustrated that she couldn't think of much else to get it through that think skull of his.
Maybe, Heatherstar would know what to do. She was, after all, the wisest cat in Windclan. Gathering her wits, Feathersong stepped into Heatherstar's den, lightly clearing her throat to maek her presence known.
"Heatherstar?" she said timidly. "May I speak to you for a moment?"
Feathersong had been pacing in front of Heatherstar's den since SunHigh.
She truly cared for her brother, but sometimes, he was just the biggest rabbitbrain in the Five. Perhaps she could cut him some slack. Ever since the start of Leafbare, her brother, Mothflame had became antsy and irritable with the cold and lack of food in Windclan territory, but so was the rest of the clan. He wasn't the only one who was starving!
Yesterday, he'd became impatient while he was out on a hunting patrol and had eaten some prey that they were take home. She was one of the cats that was on patrol with him and noticed what he was doing, so she had scolded him for being so mousebrained. Mothflame had retorted that there was no harm in feeding himself, since he was still hunting, but Feathersong wouldn't have it. She tried to make him see that what he was doing was wrong, but he just wouldn't listen to reason.
She lost her temper with him and the two hadn't spoken since then. She knew for a fact that Mothflame was in the wrong, but she couldn't help but feel... guilty. She didn't understand how, there were kits and elders that needed to be fed above all else, Mothflame had to understand that what he was doing was against the warrior code.
And yet.
Perhaps, she could have dealt with it differently. She didn't want to shout at him, but he just made her feel so frustrated that she couldn't think of much else to get it through that think skull of his.
Maybe, Heatherstar would know what to do. She was, after all, the wisest cat in Windclan. Gathering her wits, Feathersong stepped into Heatherstar's den, lightly clearing her throat to maek her presence known.
"Heatherstar?" she said timidly. "May I speak to you for a moment?"
