Foxstar was angry. Beyond angry. And perhaps that was why she'd called Littlebird to her den, ivy eyes dead in a way they hadn't been mere days before. It wasn't really a call to her den as it seemed though, because the Priestess forced her Promised to walk ahead of her, ensuring she could not simply escape. Everyone in camp saw it, and for many, they likely assumed they would not see Littlebird again.

When they got into the den itself, the tension could be felt, and the walls enclosed them, suddenly oppressive and cold. "So, I heard what your son has been talking about recently. Especially with that initiate she-cat of his. Ah yes, he's quite the traitor, isn't he? Planning to run away with a she-cat and steal away cats for the other clans." Her voice was disturbingly calm as she circled the younger feline, her stomach distended with the early signs of her own brewing pregnancy. Who the father was, no one knew, but her previous litter were barely about to be three moons old, which she thought fine enough time to promote them.

"I'm sure you've heard it, don't lie to me, Littlebird. You've been protecting them, haven't you? Of course you have. But I'm a kind Priestess. I won't kill you for allowing such treasonous cats to stay. He's your own flesh after all. I must, however, impress upon you the severity of their intentions. You understand that, don't you?"