[stag]

Frostscreech.
He/Him

The bengal had searched for moons. Only to come back empty-pawed. All those moons wasted searching for his children in the stars only to have nothing. He had watched. He was watched her rise into the position of Medicine Cat after becoming Shadowclan’s most infamous enforcer. Frostscreech stands before someone close to her though. A child. Her child. Second oldest to the legacy of Lostspark and Darkfall.
Darkfall didn’t matter to the bengal, only Lostspark and now this…thing. His voice was laced with flares of anger. The stress of the situation now rising to the surface. This child was useless. She crumbled. Frostscreech could only feel disappointment towards it. Howlingkit was its name. Frostscreech spoke bluntly, crying did nothing productive towards the clan, let alone this child’s legacy. “Up. Look at me or I drag you here forever.” Frostscreech also spoke harshly. If this child was going to do great things then she would have to be ordered to and that was clear enough.
He sits down. Raising a paw swiftly and moving the kitten’s head to face him. “You crumbled so quickly. It’s disgusting compared to your mother.” He scoffs. The tears on the kitten’s grey face falling as he watched her wipe them away swiftly. She bared her teeth, seemingly at that last comment. Maybe this Howlingkit had other motivations for herself. Hm.
Frostscreech stared blankly at the kitten as she finally stood up. Tiny compared to him. The bengal’s silver tail lashes once before resting. Her mew filled with anger, it was what he expected after seeing her reaction at being compared to Lostspark. “Do. Do- do not compare me to her!” Her voice is shaky, unstable as the hiccups of crying filled it once more. Silence fills the void that was called Starclan. Frostscreech lets the words eat at the kitten, to watch how she reacts again. Howlingkit was shaking, he couldn’t tell if it was from the crying or the sudden surge of anger from being compared to her mother. “You have an uncaring mother and a father that left you to care for your brother under the guise that he would return. But he never did…did he? I mean come on, that’s your legacy right, I wouldn’t follow it if I was you…unless you want to become your mother, Howlingkit” Give the child a different motivation. Make her choose between breaking the rules or suffer falling into the fate she hated.

It was a simple as that.