At the touch of both his mate and old apprentice, Scarface felt the fur on his back lie flat once again. They both seemed to know just how to calm him in his worst days, and believe me; this day was one of them. But, the Maine Coon approached the situation with a more collected attitude, which was better than it had been. Letting a small smile cross his maw, he nodded, trying to wrangle-in his thoughts.
"Well, we've certainly got some catching up to do..." he started, glancing at his mate and battle-scarred apprentice. My, how she had grown. He felt like a proud father, gazing down upon a strong and fierce BloodClan warrior. And his mate... well, she had always been so lovely. Seeing her struggle with her swollen stomach was heart-wrenching, yet he knew that in the end, it would be worth it. And she would make an amazing mother. But Scarface...
Well, he would not make an amazing father.
How could he, when the only fatherly figure in his life had been a traitor, cheater, and lier. Any role model that he once had; any chance at a normal warrior life, was gone. Now, he had kin in RiverClan, and Dark Forest knows where else! Not only kin, but an exact replica, minus the gruesome scarring. Scarface could barely fathom what was happening around him, as new changes within BloodClan were also present. With Solarstar dead, Burnout had assumed his place and leader, and put into place new rules. No more True Warriors; but instead different "Tiers", as they called it.
His world was crumbling.
"Well, in short, my father is dead, I have a living clone in RiverClan, and I am a coward." he said, his smile trembling at the edges. God, how he wanted to just burst out laughing. It was driving him to the point of madness how much he had to worry about now. He glanced back and forth between Nightfeather and Loreano, assessing their expressions carefully. How would they take his little rant?