Birchkit is bored

Spotpaw couldn't show that he was sad. His mother had always been firey and temperamental, but he'd never get used to being yelled at by his own mother. "I wasn't there when they came back, I was out on a hunting patrol. I never heard any of that. This is all new information to me. Though it does sound very fishy, I agree, there's no real proof and, I, mean, is nobody seeing how miserable she is? She's being tormented by her own son! How do you think that would feel, Silverfang? What if Reedclaw was constantly shooting you down, or me? I don't envy her or Shadepaw, or poor Birchkit who has to deal with his older brother's treachery. The least you could do is have some sympathy for a mother who has to suffer Shadepaw's full wrath."

"I'm still here, you know, so quit talking as if I've left," Shadepaw growled lowly. "Besides, in my own opinion, Sweetheart deserves all of this. If she didn't want to be accused, she wouldn't have done something so suspicious in the first place. Her and Nutfur both."