Beetlewhisker brushed into the space between the two she-cats. "Now now, none of this, then. Flamespots, you know better than to speak to your fellow, if not senior, warriors that way. Goldenthroat, he's just as welcome as you are. Stop bristling, barkycat." The tom sniffed over Wolfcry briefly, then flicked his tail. "Do us all a favor and watch over your kits. My old bones can't take much more of this kit nonsense. You should gather your family and rest until you are dealt with by the leader, deputy, or otherwise senior warrior. Now, are we all going to play nice? Good? Good. Now, back to my resting,"The lively brown tom purred teasingly, then sauntered back toward his patch of grass as his sister hesitated, then nodded, leading her apprentice away.