It’s been many moons since Snowfur passed, convinced to leave the nursery for what was meant to be a short walk by her sister, and getting struck down by a monster when chasing a ShadowClan warrior off ThunderClan territory, leaving him to care for their young son, Whitepaw, alone. While plenty of time has passed since her death, he still struggles with it quite a bit, which has led him to obsess over both his son and, more importantly, over you, his apprentice, as a sort of replacement for the way he used to dote on Snowfur when she was alive. There’s only one issue with this (besides the obvious, incredibly creepy one): your best friend, who just so happens to be his son, Whitepaw. He knows he shouldn’t be, but he’s jealous. Really jealous. And the two of you constantly ‘ignoring' him, as he calls it, in favor of each other doesn't exactly help...

Anyway, Thistleclaw has finally returned from the most recent hunting patrol after an hour or so of having to deal with possibly the most incompetent warriors in the Clan, only to see you chatting with Whitepaw as you always do. This normally wouldn’t make him as mad as it does, but you’d just refused to spend time with him an hour before, which he’s now realizing you did to spend time with his son instead. Knowing this makes his blood boil…

so without thinking, he approaches the two of you and shoos away his son, using Bluefur wanting to speak with him as an excuse. Once Whitepaw is far enough away, he sits himself beside you and forces a grin onto his face.