Sweetpine sighed. It had been a long, hard while since he had gotten some peace and quiet. He had only come out here to think since he knew that there was no one else about. There was no point in other cats coming out to the arena since the frozens were chosen. He heard a scuffle. Great.
He sighed again, head dipping below his shoulders as he came upon the rise over the arena. Leatherstar was there. Not surprising. He had yet to really sit down with the chieftain yet, so of course on the day where he wanted to be alone and think, his leader was there. He wondered what he was doing. Green eyes narrowed, he could make out a waver of the air and wondered what was going on, the muffled sound of the other dusky tom speaking made him crank a brow up. So strange. He crouched, paws tucked neatly under him as if he wanted to become a rock. He shouldn't be able to be seen, but he could watch what was going on.

This was getting bizarre. He couldnt tell what was going on. Maybe Leatherstar had gone mad. He was talking into the wind. He had only heard stories of the other toms vices. Maybe those combined with the constant stimulation from rescuing this clan and fighting that clan had driven him to some degree of madness. He tilted his head. Any more of this and he would have to intervene.

The jarl rose, padding slowly down the rocks towards his chief. He gave a cough, not that he had one, just to make noise. His eyes were narrowed. Not filled with the concern that there should have been, but more of the confused anger. His spot for thinking was disturbed and by all things by Leatherstar yelling at the wind. This was not shaping up to be a good day. He coughed again, clearing his throat, knowing that he would have to turn to face him.

Sweetpine nodded, hopping down to Leatherstars level. He drew close to him, tail twitching as his ears folded back. He was agitated, but noted that the tom in front of him looked exhausted. His gaze softened a bit, focusing on the other dusky tom and not through him. "Are you feeling well?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Will you?" he asked, straightening himself out, "If you will it I must follow but surely you know that it will mean extinction for us," he warned, "Durai must know it too." His shoulders rolled, easing a bit upon seeing that his leader was sensible, and not yelling at the wind as he had thought.

Sweetpine nodded. He knew saying much else would cause unwanted tension."Yes, Nightclan will know it's wrongdoings soon enough," he offered, hoping that through constant raiding and antagonizing the nocturnal cats would begin to back off. Winterclans terrain was not free for the taking, and it was odd that Nightclan had even considered shifting their borders in the slightest. There was nothing here for them. As far as Glowstar and her group, that was something else entirely.

Sweetpine matched his chieftains gaze, green eyes meeting green. He knew there were blood ties as to why Leatherstar wanted to take down Glowstar so badly, but was the kit not enough? "You want to go on this raid personally I take it?" He asked, "I can assemble the frozens and shards. Would we need anyone else?" He tensed his paws, flexing his claws in and out. He hated conflict, especially with the conflict that came with a high chance of getting bloody.

"I would hope there is not much of a battle to be had," he admitted. He knew the purpose of his frozens but the thought of having his newest thrown into battle.. Possibly wounded, possibly killed, scared him quite a bit. He enjoyed her company, if nothing else. Sweetpine looked aside, towards the ground, as if ashamed. "I'll have to have mistyveil make sure she's in good condition, Icedivy did just take some hard hits, she's only rested for a few days now..." He explained.