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Whitesong wrinkled his nose at Jaykit, opening his jaw to lecture Jaykit some more. Ooo that young Tom would need to be taught some
manners!
He let Songbird speak, flicking the tip of his tail, but making sure not to shift Crinklekit around.
When Jaykit continued to throw himself around in a fit Whitesong heaved a sigh. “Jaykit. This is inexcusable. We do not say harsh things, just like your mother said. And when we are reprimanded we are responsive to what our parents say.” The tom’s voice was quiet, so no cat but in the circle of family could hear him. “ Twilightstar is watching, you want her to think you respectable don’t you?”
He frowned, and nosed Crinklekit. “Don’t call your brother a dum-dum. That’s not nice. You both have to be nice, right? Yes.” He answered himself, pausing to see what the kits might say first.
Turning his gaze to Creekpaw he gave a small exasperated smile. “They’re a little bit of a handful. I apolagize for them.”
Then Twilightstar called his name his eyes shot up to the leader. He looked around for the young Tom he would call his apprentice. Oh! This would be exciting. An apprentice, his first to be exact!
“I’ll be back. Mom’s in charge. When she’s busy, Creekpaw’s in charge.” He gently extracted himself from his family, and padded over to greet Coyotepaw.