Moosestar had seen this sort of behavior from a distance before. This was the second time Goldenstripe had lost his temper. Unfortunately, last time, he’d been hunting and had just returned, and thus didn’t have enough knowledge to correct it or see the full story. This time, he was in camp, and he had seen every muscle of the argument. Standing on the High Rock and leaping down, he stomped strongly towards the pair, taking to Ratpaw’s shivering side.
He said with an authoritative tone, narrowing his yellow eyes at the warrior. He kept his face neutral, but he knew how he needed to respond. This cat needed to learn he wouldn’t accept this type of behavior in his clan, his camp. Thoughts spiraled in his head from the situation. How would he respond? How would Goldenstripe respond? Well, he had little time to think. Time was precious, and this could mean everything for this apprentice’s future.
“Do you not realize this is your own apprentice? Whatever actions Ratpaw takes are a reflectance of your own teaching.”
The lanky brown tom stated, flicking his ear due to a fly that had decided it was a nice landing spot to rest it’s wings. He stood in a way that was as blocking of poor Ratpaw as possible, so he was the focus of attention. However, he kept his tail to Ratpaw’s side to hopefully keep the apprentice there.
“While you are correct, you must feed the elders before yourself, this apprentice is new. She is but 7 moons! You snarl at her, rather than correct her! You should have had told her the mistake, then taken her hunting to replenish the prey, rather than bare your teeth and snarl!”
He said, his eyes always on the golden warrior to ensure he wouldn’t make a try to unleash his anger further.
“If you are still too enraged to mend your relationship with her, I will take her myself.”
He finished, glancing back at Ratpaw.