Purring with amusement, Weaselpaw batted her paw back with his own.
"Okay!" Woodpaw smiled. "It's...empty."
Kestrelstar shrugged. "Beats me. You can go look for 'im if ya want. Just..." He let out an angry hiss. "I'm sick an' tired of all this! All that kit ever does is whine about how no one understands him and smart-mouth others! I have compassion, I do, and I've tried my best ta help him in whatever way I can. But i' seems to me like he don' even want help. He accuses me of thinkin' he betrayed the Clan when I said nothing like that, says I have hearing problems, says he can't trust me an' that I spend too little time with 'im, and then goes as far as to use his lack of sight as an excuse to disrespect me! Fox-dung to that!" He scored his claws over a rock. "An' what reason does he have not to trust me? What'd I ever do to him? All I've tried to do is help him! He keeps on sayin' that I don't understand, that no one understands, but even if that's true, does that mean we can't be trusted? For StarClan's sake, a disability isn't the end of the world, an' it cer'ainly doesn't give ya the right ta start belittlin' ev'ryone around you! Many cats have disabilities! Many cats have hardships! Why don't he try leadin' a Clan and raisin' a family at the same time, see how he likes it?" He was breathing heavily by the time he'd finished speaking and his tail lashed with vexation. "I wouldn't blame ya if you thought I was a fox-heart for sayin' all this stuff, but I..." He sighed. "I'm not. I love our son a lot just as much as you do and I want to help him, but if he won't let me, what else am I s'posed to do? I'm not puttin' up with this crap any longer, that's for sure."






