The Return (Closed)

Fellmoon and Barkfur walks into Thunderclan clearing, and start looking for the Frostheart.

Barkfur sits down, still staring down at her paws. She could almost feel tears coming down as the kits in her belly moved a bit.

Fellmoon was quite, but even so he puts his tail on Barkfur's back, showing her he was there for her.

Barkfur felt Fellmoon's tail on her back. She felt even more hollow inside. She held her sorrow inside and rose her head up high. "So where's Frostheart?" she asked, not a single word studdered.

“Not sure”, Fellmoon answers Barkfur, “But after what has happened today, I’m sure he is waiting for us”.

"Well, we better go find him." Barkfur growled, getting to her paws and prowling to the warriors den.

Frostheart looked at the pair heading to the Warrior's Den. He had just been enjoying a nice hunt in this blasted rain. He wondered why they were going to the Warrior's Den for. Probably to harass more people. He should try and stop them but... His legs were just so super tired. He shrugged, if British cats could shrug and waltzed away with a smile on his face.

Fellmoon, takes one last look around. Thankfully he spots Frostheart looking towards them. "Barkfur I found him", Fellmoon tells the she-cat, he walks over.

Barkfur gave fierce growl as she swurved around to pad to Frostheart. "I found a loner on our territory. He left without a problem, no prey was taken." she meowed blankly.

"Somehow I don't think that's the only problem." muttered Frostheart under his breath and he added almost silently. "Maybe it's your pea-size brain." He turned with a smile at Barkfur, "Well, maybe you should apologize to all the people you beat up. Twilightkit, Treehunter, Flopsiekit."

"It's true, but it was after I got there that he actually left, probably didn't want any trouble with two cats willing to claw him if he said no", Fellmoon agrees with Barkfur, and continues, "though from the look of the cat, Barkfur could have handled the problem without me". Fellmoon continues, "I agree Barkfur should apologize to Treehunter, we'll also apologize to the kits."

Barkfur's nose wrinkled in disgust "I owe no apology to that flea-bitten, sniffling old fool." she snarled, her tail lashing in anger.

"Barkfur", Fellmoon says softly and simply, giving her a look that tells her "you owe me".

Barkfur bit back a sharp retort, "Fine." she growled at her feet. "But I will have nothing to do with that oversized kitten afterward."

Fellmoon sighs, "I will apologize to the kits".