Hawkstar meandered towards his den foggily. His brain felt taxed to its limits, with the angry voices of his Clanmates still ringing in his ears. Hardly any of them approved of the motion to go to war over the litter of kits. He held tightly to the few voices of support he’d gotten, and avoided many a gaze as he slipped inside his den, eager to nestle into his mate’s side and breathe in her comfort.
He frowned at the emptiness that greeted him. Where…was his nest? The large plush nest he spent his nights on was gone, just a few scraps remained in its place. He ducked his head back outside, blinking blearily. Was he now so tired that he was seeing things?
The camp was empty once more, the majority of Warriors having gone back to sleep. A cold wind solitarily stirred the camp. He finally laid eyes on the nest– in the middle of the camp? He blinked several times. He was definitely seeing this. His nest had been dragged out to the middle of the frostbitten camp, and beside it sat his mate.
And she did not look happy.
He trotted over, still so numb from shock that he lacked the precipice of fear that was slowly rising in his belly.
“Chant, hey, um, why is my nest outside? Did it have fleas in it?” He bent down as though to inspect it, but kept a wary eye trained on her.
Chanterellefrost |The Inventor of Thunderclan|
Huffing in aggravation as the cherry bengal molly stalks into the clearing, moving swiftly past her classmates, ignoring the curious glances that were thrown her way. She could not believe that her mate, Hawkstar would not only stomp into Shadowclan and demand the kits be given to him and their grandson, but antagonize a fellow leader! At a gathering nonetheless! She understood where her mate was coming from, that Ospreyshadow is the father of those kits so they should automatically be in Thunderclan to be raised. Yet, him nor her grandson had stopped to think about Nigtsong’s family, how they were feeling with having lost their daughter, sister, and friend— and then two strangers wanting to take away the last remainings of Nightsong. It is a complex situation that should handled delicately and maturely, which certainly was not Hawkstar’s nor Ospreyshadow’s forte.
If Hawk wanted to act like a kit, she would treat him like one, she did not care that he was her leader, because she was his mate first. He needs some common sense knocked into him. Slipping into the leader’s den, cyan blue eyes narrowing as her attention zeros in on their nest. Pursing her lips as she quickly decides on what she needs to do. Grasping hold of the nest within her mouth as she drags it out of the den. Only a few felines remained, gossiping about that night’s events at the gathering. She needed to complete this before her mate arrives, knowing he takes his time to return so he can clear his head. Breathing heavily as she drops the nest in the center, settling down right next to it as she now waits for the black tomcat to reveal himself. Glaring at several classmates that watched her, wondering what she was doing, it was none of their business. Her icy glare was enough to cause the felines within the clearing to scatter to their dens, knowing not to mess with a clearly pissed off Chanterelle.
Arching a singular brow as she spots her mate groggily pad into the clearing, not even taking note of his surroundings as he automatically gravitates toward his den. Rolling her eyes as his typical clueless nature, he would find out soon enough that there was no comfort awaiting for him in there. Tail lashing side to side sharply as her patience wears thin as Hawkstar comes peering out of his den dumbfounded. “Hmph” Chanterellefrost huffs as her mate slowly pads over towards her and the nest next to her. She could sense the apprehension slowly forming within Hawkstar, if she was not so angry with him, she would have found it highly amusing. Ears flicking as he carefully wonders why their nest was outside, her nickname rolling off his tongue with ease. “No there is no fleas on it. It is perfectly fine” Chant snips, ignoring his confused look, knowing that he was about to question then why was it out here?
“I am guessing you want to know why it is out here then?” She calmly states, though her cool gaze screamed anything but calm, her blue eyes swirling with a brewing storm. “I shall tell you—this is where you are sleeping tonight” Chant cuts right to the chase, studying her mate’s facial cues. “Do you know why?”