Father to Father

"I overshot a jump.” Hazelkit mewed, Frostpool lifting her head up to inspect Wildstar's work on patching the large gash on her face. "Ah and what? Landed on jagged rocks?" Frostpool chuckles as Wildstar backs up from the dark brown she-kit to stand closer to the entrance. “I think so.” She mewed thinking about it. “I don’t exactly remember; mom had found me at that point.” She says nonchalantly, causing both concern and alarm to rise in the young medicine cat, who had just been attempting to make a joke, not expecting to hit the mark on the head. "Ah,,,, I might need to check you for a concussion then" he mummers worriedly tipping the kits head back to get a better view of her eyes being careful to avoid the sticky paste applied to her wound. Powerstar's ears flattened looking at his daughter with an unreadable expression, tail wrapping around his paws. "Hazelkit" Wildstar speaks up suddenly. Frostpool stopping his ministrations so the kit could look over to the Windclan leader. “Yes?” She mewed looking at Wildstar. "Do you want your father and I to stay till you're done? Or can we go speak for a moment?" He asks voice soft when addressing her despite an emotionless expression he carried, Powerstar looks over to the large tom unease and anger simmering in his eyes, his dislike for Windclans leader was well known and he wasn't too fond of the idea of going to have a private conversation with him. “Oh you guys can go! I don’t mind.” She mewed oblivious to the tension between the two toms, who had locked eyes in a tense staring match, Wildstar only looking away to respond kindly to the Kit. "Thank you, I'll be back soon. Tell Frostpool all about your little adventure for me hm?" he hums watching Powerstar turn and walk out of the den waiting outside without another word to his child or anyone else in the den causing his annoyance to grow. Wildstar turns and leaves, expression becoming tense when he passes Powerstar, Leading the brown tabby to the Windclan leader's den. The Skyclan leader's expression remained blank despite the lashing of his tail.

Wildstar ducks his head to walk into his den, not speaking again until they were both safely out of ear shot from the camp. "How could you allow this to happen?" He says suddenly as soon turning sharply to face the brown tabby. “Don’t you think I would have prevented it, if I had known” Powerstar slightly hissed, eyes narrowed. "Well, you certainly don't seem to care about the situation. And as far as I hear this isn't your first case of neglect" he scowls thinking back on what Pepperspring had confided in him the first time Hazelkit had come to his camp. His eyes narrowed tail lashing angrily. “Well, I apologize some may not have it as easy in these sorts of categories. I am trying my hardest to take care of an entire clan and still trying to give my own child attention, you could have aced this for all I know but that doesn’t mean other automatically have it that way. Though I’d doubt you would think of that, it was worth being said” he spat. Wildstar scoffs rolling his eyes with a scowl. "Don't pull excuses Powerstar my Clan is twice your size, I've raised 2 kits successfully and my Clan is currently in controversy and yet I still have the time to step in and parent YOUR child since you can't bothered" he snarls. “Even if it’s an excuse, that doesn’t change the point that I am trying. Even if that trying isn’t good enough or doesn’t look like I am, I’m trying my best "his tail lashed “like I said, somethings are tougher for others. Don’t get me wrong I am 100% aware that I am not the best father in the woods and I’m deeply sorry for that, but I am not going to compare myself to someone who has it easier than me in this situation” he says defensively. Causing Wildstar's anger to grow whether at Powerstar admitting it's an excuse or him implying Wildstar had it easy he didn't know. But he did recognize the familiar feeling of red hot rage seeping into his veins.

"Name one way, I have it easier than you" he snarls thrusting his muzzle close to the other tom looking down to keep eye contact "and maybe that miserable excuse for a rebuttal will mean anything" he sneers tail lashing. “Oh no, I’m not saying you have it better than me in life. I’m simply saying- as much as I hate to.” He snarled before continuing “you are a better leader; you know what to do and how to actually take care of a kit. Somehow you do it all at the same time and that’s doesn’t something I seem not to be able to do.” he chokes out, as if the words stung him. "Starclan you are pathetic" Wildstar scowls pulling away rolling his eyes. "Your little pity party means nothing." He sneers "your ridiculous acts and choices effect those around you." He scowls "and Weeping for yourself won't make it better." He says "don't be surprised when she wants nothing to do with you when she is an adult Powerstar" he says coldly tail tip lashing. His ears flattened “You wanna talk about ridiculous acts?! At least I didn’t murder so many cats that’s all I was known for as a young warrior.” he snarled, tail lashing “But I guess that reputation still upholds, doesn’t it?” His eyes narrowed, keeping eye contact with WildStar the implication behind his words sharp. "What exactly are you accusing me of Powerstar?" He asks a dangerous edge to his tone. “You are a dangerous cat WildStar, don’t act like you wouldn’t react harshly is someone hurt SparrowBush or even you” Powerstar shoots back steely eyes sharp. "Dangerous enough for you to bring a hurt kit to?" He asks stepping closer to Powerstar with a challenge burning in her amber eyes. “Oh, trust me, I absolutely hate the idea of her here. But right now, you aren’t the problem, she needs help and WindClan is the closest clan to SkyClan. Simply for her and no other reason, if I had a choice, I wouldn’t bring her here.” Powerstar responds trying to hold his composure against the much larger tom. "And why is that Powerstar? Are you too much of a coward to say your thoughts and accusations forth, right?" He snarls losing himself in the burning feeling in his chest. “Not quiet, I’m just simply respecting someone’s wishes. I certainly wouldn’t hold back if they weren’t involved in this” he says looking away with a scowl. "Hiding behind excuses again PowerStar? How typical" Wildstar sneers stepping closer. “I didn’t come here to argue with you, I simply came to have my kit healed. And that’s all I need to get” he says tail lashing ears pinned back. "You are in my camp, out of nowhere. I am using our herbs from our small storage during leaf bare and you have been nothing but rude and huffy, acting like a kit who got told to go to their den. Forcing me to sit there and be a father to your kit since you sit emotionless other than your petty unwarranted grudge you have on me being evident and I have still allowed you to stay even after those obvious malicious implications. Who is really the one starting conflict here?" He asks moving his face to be less than a whisker length away from the other leaders snarling, every hair in his body screaming aggressively, the air was heavy as the two toms stared at each other, time began to slow as sparks of anger practically flew off them both, Powerstar's fur prickled upwards, the Tom froze for only within a few seconds — he took a step back, keeping eye contact with the larger Tom. He snarled, Claws unleashing within seconds as he quickly raised his paw. He didn’t move his eyes, body still only if his paw had a mind of its own. He stumbled back a little and snarled at him as he made contact with his face — slapping him.

The moor seemed to go silent as the atmosphere quickly changed to crushingly heavy, as if he had a badger sitting on his lungs. Wildstar's face was tilted to the side from the impact, silence falling over as he stands still muscles incredibly tense as if physically restraining himself from leaping on the other tom. what felt like moons passing them by was truly only a few heartbeats, Wildstar's cheek begins to stain crimson red leaking to the den floor, he looks over moving only his eye's pupil, now just a slit as he stares down at the smaller tom claws unsheathed body so still it seemed he stopped breathing, only being revealed to be true as a few moments later the tom takes a large slow breath, Wildstar looked positively feral as if Starclan itself was the only reason he hadn't torn the smaller leader apart. The tom's previous reputation of being a merciless monster on the battlefield was impossible to forget as the sticky sour smell of blood fills the den dripping from the large tom's once pristine White pelt dripping from his cheek staining his chest. "Get. Out." He snarls ears pinned back "Pepperspring can retrieve your kit. But get. OUT. Before both of us have done something that we will regret" he snarls lifting his head stiffly. Powestar's heart raced, and it was obvious. His eyes widened shocked by himself and slightly by the Wildstar's hardly veiled threat. He slightly shook his paw as the claws sheathed back, he opened his mouth to speak but honestly couldn’t get anything out. He inhaled sharply, chest puffing before he exhaled to calm himself a little — though his tail still lashed. PowerStar’s ears flicked before stepping away from WildStar, slowly turning to the camp entrance — he kept his eyes on the Tom for a couple of seconds before looking back to the Medicine den as he padded outside of the camp. His pace quickened as he looked forward, his breath was heavy as the cold air followed from it into the icy air. He constantly glanced back, second guessing everything.