I let out a low-sounding growl through gritted teeth. "How can you trust that lying piece of fox-dung?" My green eyes gleamed in fury.
"Mudclaw was lying!" The brown tabby tom replied, his voice has cold as his eyes.
"But why should we believe Hawkfrost?" I demanded, my tail lashing from side to side in fury.
"Why do you not trust Hawkfrost?" He growled, his tabby fur bristling as he glared at me with narrowed amber eyes. Before I could reply, he went on. "Because his mother was a rough and father was a cold-hearted murder? Like my father was?"
A gray tom stepped in between them. "Brambleclaw, that's not even what Squirrelflight said." He mewed coolly, glancing at me with gentle blue eyes.
The brown tabby tom let out a growl. "You're not involved in this conversation. Put a mouse in it."
"Well he's part of the moonrise patrol!" I spat, my ginger neck fur rising. What's wrong with Brambleclaw? He wasn't ever like this, but after the journey... I wondered
"Well I'm leading it." Brambleclaw replied hotly, bristling.
"That still doesn't give you the right to treat your Clan mates that way." I growled, unsheathing my claws and sinking them deep in to the earth.
"Come on; let's not waste anymore time, Squirrelflight, Ashfur, we've got to guard the camp." He snarled, whipping around and pelting off, not caring if the two where following.
I looked over to Ashfur, hurt in my shining green eyes. "Don't worry; it's not your fault." The gray tomcat whispered.
I nodded, my claws sheathed, both of us followed the brown tabby to the brambles. This was not the Brambleclaw that went on the journey.