Blackfoot's Guilt l A Warrior Cats AU

Chapter 8

Blackfoot kept his gaze on his paws. He knew this would happen. But it didn't make it any less terrifying.
Bluestar was glaring down at Blackfoot and Brokentail, her eyes blazing.
Willowpelt was standing in front of them defensively. Which was beyond shocking. “Bluestar will you just listen for a moment!” she insisted with exasperation.
Bluestar let out a frustrated snarl. “Listen to what?!” she demanded.
Willowpelt bristled. “Listen to the fact that even though they snuck away, they did it to find the kits! And they did find them! Can you just take one moment to stop listening to everything Fireheart says and listen to me!” her voice was taut with annoyance. “Do you know how frustrating it is to be deputy but when it comes to decisions you listen to Fireheart?! Sure he's a great warrior, but he's still inexperienced.”
Blackfoot blinked in surprise. Willowpelt was starting to lose her nerve. She obviously found it beyond frustrating to be undermined by a cat younger than her oldest son.
I can see this must have been an ongoing problem. Blackfoot wondered if anyone even knew about Bluestar supposedly always listening to Fireheart.
Speaking of, Fireheart decided to insert himself into the conversation. “Willowpelt that's ridiculous! Of course Bluestar listens to everyone!”
Willowpelt gave him an uncharacteristically cold look. “You can't speak for that when you're the one always being listened to.”
Blackfoot was surprised at how irritated Willowpelt was, enough to distract her from the original topic. But it had taken some of the heat off of him and Brokentail so he wasn't complaining.
Bluestar gave Willowpelt an unreadable gaze. “Willowpelt, we are going completely off topic.”
Willowpelt turned back to Bluestar and took a breath. “Right. Sorry.” her gaze lingered on Fireheart for an extra second.
Bluestar cleared her throat. “Well Willowpelt, what did you want to say?”
Willowpelt took another breath. “I was saying, that even though the two snuck out of camp, they found the kits. And if they hadn't, who knows what would have happened?” her eyes traveled around the clearing. Most cats looked unconvinced, but there were some who were listening.
Darkstripe was one of them. “That is absolutely ridiculous! How do we know that? They're probably just saying that to save their own tails!” he scoffed.
Willowpelt turned to him. “Okay, let's go with that. If they were making that up, then how come they were walking back to camp?” she questioned, her tone a whole lot softer with her son.
Darkstripe’s fur bristled. “That means nothing.” he growled indignantly.
Mhm. Sure it doesn't. Mouse-brain. Blackfoot flicked his tail.
Willowpelt shook her head. “It does.” she insisted, sadness in her eyes.
Bluestar whisked her tail for silence. The attention was brought back to her. “Willowpelt, do you believe they had correct intentions?” she asked.
Willowpelt nodded without hesitation. “Of course. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't.” she assured her leader.
Bluestar gave her a slight nod. She looked down at Blackfoot and Brokentail. “Well, what do you two have to explain for yourselves?” she coldly asked.
Blackfoot shifted uncomfortably. “Well. . . When I heard the kits were missing. . . I figured it made sense to try and find them.” his voice got quieter at every word, until it was barely audible.
Brokentail seemed annoyed by how timid Blackfoot was acting. Blackfoot couldn't blame him, he was beginning to be annoyed with himself. Why couldn't he just act like the proud warrior he was?!
Bluestar contemplated Blackfoot’s words for a few moments. Then she raised her head to address the rest of the clan. “What do you all think?”
Brindleface spoke before anyone else had a chance. “I believe him. What would their end goal have been? ShadowClan exiled them and they attacked Tigerclaw. The best place for them is here.” she reasoned.
Whitestorm nodded. “I agree with Brindleface and Willowpelt. They would have no reason to betray us now.”
“Are we really going to think these two are being rational?” Longtail sounded more concerned than arrogant. Which was surprising. Considering everything.
Darkstripe stepped over to Longtail. “Exactly! Why would anything they did make sense?” he fixed the two with a glare.
Brokentail’s fur fluffed out. “I love how you assume we're stupid. But we got away with murdering kits for moons.” the emotion in his voice should have been smugness, but instead it was simply regret.
Blackfoot shifted closer to Brokentail comfortingly, knowing he was close to breaking down in tears. It was just something about his tone that let him know it.
Yellowfang had appeared from the medicine den. Her eyes were narrowed in thought as she stared at her son.
Fireheart once again decided to insert himself were he didn't belong. “Exactly! You killed innocent kits! Nothing you say can be trusted!” he snapped.
Blackfoot was so annoyed at the ginger tom for no real reason, but it caused him to speak tactlessly. “Says the one who is so insecure about being a kittypet! StarClan, you're so annoying! How weak are you to get so worked up over being called a kittypet?!” he hissed.
Fireheart let out a snarl and lunged forward, quickly pulled back by Yellowfang. “Enough!” she dropped him, shooting a glare at Blackfoot. “You aren't doing yourself any favors by provoking our warriors.” she warned.
Blackfoot huffed. “I know that. But he also just tried to attack me.” he shot back.
Brokentail gave Blackfoot a hard nudge. “Shush.” he hissed to him. “You’re going to get yourself hurt!”
Bluestar’s gaze sharpened.
Blackfoot turned back to his mate. “Probably.” he agreed.
Brokentail looked exasperated. “So stop it.” he scolded.
Blackfoot shrugged. “I did in case you hadn't noticed, because now I'm arguing with you in front of everyone.”
Brokentail somehow got even more exasperated. “And that wouldn't be happening if you had a higher sense of self preservation!”
Willowpelt let out a sigh of disappointment.
Blackfoot gave Brokentail a half amused look. “Then let's end our argument.”
Brokentail scoffed. “Fine.” he decided.
Bluestar had let the two argue, drinking in every word. As the argument came to a close she started to speak. “Alright. I have made my decision.”

An:
*Trying to find where to show why Willow is so annoyed*
Bro everyone is really like “Why are they arguing like mates- OH”
I need to stop with the cliffhangers-