Fairspell Meadow until you lose it all

not listening is half of my problem, a wiry smirk tugs at the edges of ingram's lips, voice lowering conspiratorially. but you already knew that.

whether it was arrogance, or defiance or something else entirely ingram wasn't sure. wasn't too eager to delve all that deep into.

but if a messenger told me that it was close to your time and that you needed to see me ... i'd like to think i'd have moved heaven and hell to be there. taken any consequences he dug for himself along the way.

he knew they were possible, even yet. and nothing was set in stone with riverclan. there was a chance they may chase him away.

i hope that they are not like me. biological or not the thought that there would be an Ingram III causing terror — his food aggression in a mini me he could handle it was the matricide that worried him — is not a pleasant thought.

i can only hope i am a better father than i was son.