Meeting Flamepelt

"That's not true." He said. "I never stopped looking Shiningpride, there was always a part for her. But my loyalties were to Featherheart and always will be."

"Whatever you say," He growled.

Flamepelt didn't say anything. "That's the thing about you that's different from me. Once your mind is set, it's set, and won't change no matter if the facts are completely obvious about the truth." He tilted his head to the side, slowly. "You could have a dying cat infront of you with bite marks in his neck, dying telling you who did it, and you still wouldn't believe it's murder."

"I wish I could have killed you, but I'm more loyal than that." He flexed his claws.

"What happened after I died?" Flame asked Bramble. "I'm pretty sure, you were greiving over me before I did." He said, rather confused by it.

"Shut up." he mewed.

"No." Flamepelt said, this tail going up and now on the ground. "What happened?" He asked again.

"Nothing." He mewed.

"Than why are you angry at me?" Flamepelt asked, curiously, head tilted to the side a little.

"Nothing of your concern."

Flamepelt mewed a meow of laughter. "So I'm not allowed to know why your angry at me, my son?"

"that's right." He mewed through gritted teeth.

Flame continued to laugh. He looked at Brambleflame. He smirked. "Your very stubborn, aren't you?" He said and looked at a small pond in the clearing. He examined the fish that swam in it.

He growled, edged closer, then jumped ontop of Flamepelt, "I've been waiting to do this!" He growled, scratching his face.

Flame yowled and kicked his son off of him. He looked at Bramble, the scars quickly healing. He sighed and closed his eyes. He looked at Bramble. "If you must, find some way to get inside my head and find out my try feelings and memories."