Featherkit lay against him, looking over at his mother. “Love,” he squeaked, saying a new word. He padded forward clumsily and nudged Snowfrost’s cheek with his nose. “Love.”
He purred happily. "You're growing up to fast..."
Curling up beside Snowfrost’s face, he fell asleep, his small flank rising and falling in time with his mother’s.
He watched them fondly, then began to worry about Flykit. She had barely even been moving or hadn't even tried to say any words yet. Was she developing too slowly? "Hey, Floodlight..."
“Yes?” She looked up.
"Is Flykit developing too slowly, or is Featherkit just really fast about learning things?"
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He took a deep breath and remembered what Lilyflight had advised him to do. He opened his eyes and his claws came out, tail lashing with fury. In his most menacing snarl, he said "You're never getting leadership of ThunderClan."(Oops, typo
I meant had)
“Remember last time I was here?” Darksky asked. “I said you had the choice of handing over leadership or Lilyflight facing the punishment. You’ve had long enough to decide, so decide.”
Floodlight padded over, gazing at the kits. “How many days old are they?” she murmured.
“That’s too bad for Lilyflight, then.” She cocked her head innocently. “You can attack me all you want, Bramblestar, but you can’t touch me.”
He growled deep in his throat. "We will get her back, and when we do, you'll be sorry."
