Hissing as Frogfang mimicked his threatening gestures, Shrewstep raised a paw in a small, gentle strike forward, digging only into the ground in front of him. Pulling it back beneath his body, he was readying himself to spit out a blistering retort regarding the fact that he was training them already, that he was teaching them how to feel, before pausing. He....he would do the same thing. He would teach his kits to defend themselves, so nothing would happen to them, because he wouldn't want to LOSE THEM! He would teach his kits how to think because he wouldn't want them to end up in danger because of cats that might hurt them, cats that were dangerous!
And, for a moment, he saw Frogfang as not a horrible cat corrupting little kits which might be used as minions one day, but as a concerned father doing what he thought was best to keep his kits safe and healthy. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what to day. Most of him screamed, screeched, DEMANDED, that he attack, do what he had done so many times and enter into a battle with Frogfang. But a little, younger part urged him to walk away, to be a decent cat and not the worse cat in this occasion. And......he did. Letting out a choked
bye. before turning on his heel and dashing away, tail beneath his legs as a few tears dripped down his face, dropping to the ground in a small splash of dust and leaving behind a stain of mud. @
feather lily @
Shade. @
Jay.
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