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Scorchedpaw, since being accepted into the clan walked purposefully towards the den that housed the elderly cats. Where his father was. Finally he'd have a parent who'd give him the attention rather than split it between the clan, his other siblings, his adopted siblings, and now new siblings from another fling his mother had had after her old mate Lindon like left or something.
He didn't care, it was just time for him to have a parent paying attention to him.
(CleaverI HAVE SUMMONED YOU! Bring Briskfang with ya, will ya? The Rivalry Shall Live on!!)
Devilhorns had forgotten that one of his biological kits had joined the clan. He hadn't even told his rival that he had another litter of kits. StarClan sake, the clan barely remembered the kits and those that did had never believed them to be the ugly tom's in the first place. Grandsky was the only one they believed was his and that was solely cus they called each other father and son on a near-daily base!
Rising from his bed, the tom moved towards the entrance. His joints ached, and his body protested, but that didn't stop the stubborn fool. Devilhorns looked down at the kit, one of his own and yet he couldn't remember the little one's name it'd been so long since he'd last seen them. They'd only been wee babes then. Such small things before they were taken back. Yet another reason everyone didn't believe they'd been his. He's old and their mother is young, plus who'd leave kits in his paws instead of the mothers?
Briskfang had taken to spending more time in and around the elder's den, though he had yet to officially retire. It wasn't sheer stubbornness that kept him from retiring -- he also couldn't get along with his future denmates for more than a minute. He was lounging outside of it, absently watching the new apprentice approach, feeling fairly unconcerned. It was another new apprentice whose name he'd yet to learn, but he would get it down eventually, once they'd been on a patrol or two together.
Wait. Father?
"Oh, what did you do, you old fool?" His head rolled back to glare at Devilhorns.
Scorchedpaw sniffed, "He's my father," The apprentice told Briskfang lifting his chin. Then turning to Devilhorns, "Mother left NightClan because she had to go deal with something relating to the Pride Alliance," He said rolling his eyes. "She's having her new kits in SunClan, while Aunt Soaringstar took over, and some random nobody named Flamingsoul became her deputy." He scoffed. "I decided I wanted to come back here where everyone's sensible. How are you father?" He asked.
"Old fool..? I'm not old..." The words were practically whispered to himself, laced with confusion. Devilhorns was so lost in thought that he missed Scorchedpaw telling Briskfang about why he was here. What pulled him out of his thoughts was the sound of father being spoken. "What? Sorry, did you need something, little one?"
Grandsky had just returned from a hunting party, two birds hanging from his jaws for his father and, he was sure he'd be there cus he always was nowadays, Briskfang. Making his way over, he spotted his younger brother; technically his cousin but Devilhorns was his father and he'd claim that until he was no more. Even from a distance, he could see the argument brewing. With a sigh of defeat, the fluffy grey tom made his way over. Hopefully, this didn't turn int another I'm Still Young! adventure like last time. He was only pulling the two old men out of one ditch this year thank you.
Briskfang looked genuinely puzzled, biting on his lip. Had he asked for a history of the clan? He didn't pay much attention to their neighbors, though he had heard they'd changed leaders, and he didn't understand how any of that was relevant. Except the juicy tidbit that Scorchedpaw didn't just have too much fun and have some new kits, he'd broken the warrior code, and with a leader at that.
"Did you know about this?" he glanced over at Grandsky, incredulous. "How has nobody thrown Devilhorns out of the clan again?!"
"Because Dad's great!" Scorchedpaw said jumping to Devilhorns defense, "And cause mom wasn't able to leave leading NightClan behind to be with him! She gave us to him first because she wanted us to be with him, until the foxhearts Frozenfire and Flamingsoul stole us away," Scorchedpaw spat. "Dad's never wavered on his loyalty to MoonClan!"
(This threads killing me lol I'm just laughing at poor Devilhorns having to deal with his sons and then Briskfang on top of it.)
Grandsky growled at Briskfang, "throw him out? Why don't we throw you out?" He was so done with this little squabble between his dad and his rival. Rolling his eyes he pushed the prey towards the center of the group. Looking at Briskfang, "you gonna keep complaining or you gonna eat?"
Devilhorns watched the interaction between his oldest son and his rival with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that Grandsky had snapped back at the other tom. It was unlike the usually unwavering, calm tom. But maybe he was just tired, ..or irritated. Briskfang and him did fight a lot, and Scorchedpaw just joined the clan. Could just be Grandsky trying to adjust to it all.
JetclawCleaver when we finish this thread, or the ending of this thread could be it, but I'm killing Devilhorns, dies by cancer, and then Grandsky is running off. He'll be attacked (by DayClan ex-spy or one of their enemies, Devilhorns was a spy for them against NightClan so it'd be interesting for that to come back and bite him in the butt after he's dead. Especially since he sent Grandsky off due to the spy organization being taken over by PI's Nemisis, idk who it was then) and end up injured to the point where he has amnesia. Later on, he could meet either Briskfang or Scorchedpaw and they be like no that's not your name it's this, this is your life.
"Scorchedpaw!" Devilhorns couldn't believe what he was hearing. The insolent kit! Had his mother not taught him any manners as a kit? Surely he knew better than to act out as he was. The old tom couldn't believe or even process how he was to deal with this.
Briskfang looked affronted. "Your father broke the warrior code and had an affair with the leader! He's been nothing but trouble for moons," he complained, "and Grandsky knows it!"
