“Are these yours?”
The voice snapped Alderstar out of his focus, and he looked over, the fur along his spine rising on instinct. He didn’t see anyone at first, only the shadow cast by a mangrove root, but as he squinted into the dark, he saw first his terrified kits, and then the absolutely furious cat behind them, looming like a dead tree. Two shadows stretched out from the cat’s paws, cast over his kits so only their bright, fearful eyes shone out.
“Let them go.” He growled.
There was a harsh, grating chuckle. “After what they did?”
“It was just a prank!” Treekit squealed.
The tall cat bent down, teeth bared. “Blood drawn in my den makes a poor prank, and an even poorer prankster.” They straightened up, and the shadows retreated, letting Treekit and Drizzlekit run towards their father
Alderstar growled at the tall cat, trying to scare them off, but was stopped when they fixed him in their glare. Alder stopped dead, fear running down his spine like the thin fangs of leaf-bare chill.
“Keep your younglings away from me and mine, Alderstar.” the cat growled. “Or I’ll show you exactly why the clans still fear my name.”
Notes:
- Tree and Drizzle put a thorn in Mellowpaw’s nest
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A little overprotective with the protective parent there
