| Charredleaf shouldered her way brusquely into the argument.
StarClan's sakes, Robinbright! she thought with irritation, but she didn't speak her displeasure. The scowl on her broad face said it all.
The broad-shouldered deputy wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, without any embellishes. That would just waste time, and she didn't want to make a scene in camp. Though rock-skull Robinbright was already making one.
"That's enough, Robinbright," Charredleaf ordered, the second word as low and harsh as saw-grass. Her short tail lashed angrily as she nudged the cowering apprentice aside from her mentor, who was obviously losing his temper.
"She's an apprentice. Remember that you're bigger and older than her," she mewed as drily as she knew how. "There's no need to treat her like an invading ThunderClanner."
Orange eyes turned softened somewhat as they turned towards Goldpaw. "Goldpaw," she mewed in a gentler voice, trying to catch her eyes. "Your mentor's right; elders always eat before warriors do. It's how we show respect to them who've served the Clan."
Charredleaf's tone turned brisk. "Right. Robinbright, I expect you to assign Goldpaw duties so that she can serve the elders as a way of apologizing. Perhaps helping Heronflight or Hailpaw with getting rid of ticks?" Inwardly, the deputy felt a flash of amusement. Gathering mouse dung was never fun.
"Goldpaw, I expect you to remember next time. Elders and kits eat first." Charredleaf sighed, then leaned in a bit towards the mentor, lowering her voice meaningfully.
"And Robinbright--- next time, try not to loose your temper on somecat in your care, unless there's a fire or fox endangering lives."