Jetclaw growled lowly. If it weren't for the fact Foxstar blocked the entrance and the close quarters of the den she would've launched herself at the tom and shredded him. Her ears flattened and she edged back to stand closer to Littlebird trying to put herself between Leatherstar and Littlebird. "You have no claim to her." She hissed. "I don't care that you fathered these kits, I don't care that you have some cursed bond. She is the Priestess Promised of SunClan, she is my brother's mate, and we have been with her every pawstep of the way of this difficult pregnancy that you brought upon her. It wasn't enough that you and your clan did such harm to her, you had to try and make a mess of the life she'd found here!"

"Jetclaw," Skipstep said quietly, his tail curled tightly around Littlebird. Though he was tense with his own desire to get up and throw out Leatherstar, he didn't dare leave Littlebird. And what bond?

"She suffered because of you! and you weren't there for her at all! Too happy with your simplistic winterclan mate... who conveniently disappeared as well, I should add." Jetclaw hissed, blue eyes flashing ignoring Skipstep's urge to stop. She wouldn't stop unless the Sun God himself descended and commanded her to hold her tongue, and may he forgive her even then she'd still want to make sure Leatherstar heard how little he deserved Littlebird.

Jetclaw opened her mouth to urge Littlebird to reconsider but Skipstep quickly shook his head after catching Jetclaw's eye. Littlebird was stressed enough as it was. And he could tell that Jetclaw's angry meowing-while he agreed with her words, was not helping Littlebird.

Jetclaw huffed and deflated the tan and black she cat shifting to stand aside though keeping close to Littlebird and Skipstep. Ready to throw out Leatherstar if he tried to overstay the gracious amount of time Littlebird had allowed him.

Jetclaw hissed, not bothering with words as she made her displeasure of Leatherstar’s efforts, in her eyes at least, to sweet talk the weary Littlebird. She knew Littlebird had had something for this Tom, and his words of a bond made her extremely angry.
She would need to ask Littlebird about it. Later. If she was connected to the WinterClan leader in some way it could potentially be very bad.

Skipstep glared at Leatherstar, unlike Jetclaw he was forced to keep his composure for the sake of Littlebird. Many questions and fears rose up once more. Leatherstar Speaking Of a bond he had with Littlebird making his blood run cold. But he kept his tail wrapped around Littlebird, giving her a gentle reassuring lick as well. To let her know he was still here for her.
They would have to talk about this clearly, but Skipstep could not allow to let his jealousy and distaste of Leatherstar color his actions while Littlebird was in desperate need of his support.

Skipstep pressed closer to Littlebird, nuzzling against the back of her head, staying close to support her. Upon listening to her words he relaxed, and focused entirely on Littlebird.

She’d made her choice and she’d chosen him when she’d learned her kits would need a father and that hadn’t changed. While there were niggling questions, they were far too unimportant in this moment to matter. Littlebird was sending her first love away. The Tom who fathered her kits, and Skipstep who clung tightly to the one’s he loved (only through finding Littlebird had he gotten over Hazelcascade) recognized that as the hardest thing to do. So he showered Littlebird in gentle showing of his affection. His support in this moment.

Jetclaw too had relaxed though unlike Skipstep her expression had shifted into something smug. She looked at Leatherstar with a look that read ‘see, she’s not yours anymore. She’s part of our family.’ But she said not a word more, both to avoid upsetting Littlebird, and Littlebird had reaffirmed where she belonged and who she wanted to belong with. And oh did it make Jetclaw happy to know Littlebird was willing to tell Leatherstar to his face, that this was the way things were. 

"She told you to leave. Go now before I drag you out by the tongue," he growled. He had allowed the others to handle the leader's entrance, but now that it was clear the Promised wanted him gone, he was all too willing to remind them of his presence. Singedwolf loomed from the shadows, smoke-reddened eyes glaring at the outsider, though he leaned against the wall of the den and made no move closer. Leatherstar had seen the former shard before, when he was guarding Goldenstar, and Littlebird would have spoken of him after; he would know Singedwolf was true to his word, just as he'd know the initiate wouldn't move a muscle until he was commanded to.

Jetclaw also rose up to her paws when Foxstar spoke. She knew the high priestess was capable of throwing out leatherstar by his tail (and she would love to see it) but just in case he readied herself in case Leatherstar made a fuss.

Jetclaw’s ears twitched and she turned to Littlebird surprised. Skipstep also looked surprised but he let out a soft purr, “They’re beautiful names,” he told Littlebird. It didn’t bother him she’d chosen to name them herself. Lionpride of course for her families history relating to lions. She’d told him her brother had been called proudlion after all. And fernskip, well it had part of his name. And leatherstar’s warrior name as he recalled that Leatherstar having once been Leatherfern. But it was okay. Littlebird would know, Fernkit would know, but for everyone else when she became a warrior they’d hear Fernskip, the daughter who’s suffix came from Skipstep clearly,

Skipstep did get a little worried when he realized Littlebird was unconscious. He pressed his head against her relaxing a bit when he heard her steady heartbeat and that she was breathing, he stayed close grooming her fur as he didn’t know what else to do but soothe her in her rest.

Jetclaw sneered, teeth barred and ears flattened. "If it weren't for Littlebird's generosity I'd have flayed you and scattered your entrails from here to the gathering place." She growled. "Don't think you're so tough,"

"Jetclaw, there's no need." Skipstep drawled, calm, almost bemused as he looked at Leatherstar making a point to rest his head on Littlebird's as he looked up pointedly at the WinterClan leader, his position clearly showing that Littlebird was with him now and not Leatherstar. "The kits will be fine, they're going to be raised by us, and not you after all. They'll be superior to you in everyway, thanks to our guidance."