"Oh, Ember, just knock it off," Blaze, quite irritated already, fiercely swats at Ember and practically cobbles the slightly smaller male with his callousness. And that, of course, does little to nothing in subduing his brother's pacing in the slightest, then again, Ember was never one to take orders. Let alone orders from his own brother, of all lions in the world.

Even so, Blaze may have had a point this time. No matter how ready and eager they were to start their bloodline and genes, they had just snuffed every single one the last leader's cubs. So, yeah, maybe you and the other lionesses were going to be just a little upset and on edge. Well- maybe very upset, seeing as you nearly clawed his face off the moment he dared to even come into your very vicinity. It'd been pretty eye-opening, for sure.

Now? It's just plain aggravating for Ember, who's diligently been wearing the soft, green blades of grass beneath his paws into nothing as he paced back and forth over and over. "They can't just stay up there forever, Blaze- you know the rules as well as I do." Ember really couldn't believe it, even your own sisters and fellow lionesses had been much more willing to sort of warm up to then than whatever you were doing perched up there in the trees looking down on them, on him.

The mere thought made Ember's hackles rise threateningly and his lips curl back in a threatening snarl and yet, when he looked back Blaze to hopefully see his elder brother finally get up off his bum and chase you out of the tree like Ember knew he could... he got nothing. Absolutely nothing but another stern, knowing look that ultimately translated into 'back down', like always, because Blaze was just infuriatingly level-headed and calm like that.

No matter how pushy Ember himself is, Blaze would never dare stoop down to his level. Ever. All bark and bite simply weren't Blaze's forte when it came to these sorts of things, not that he didn't want you to stop these petty games of yours, because he did. But there's point in cornering you anymore than you already are.

Blaze knew that you knew you'd have to come down eventually, the lionesses were going to hunt again at some point, and you would join them. Either that, or you'd just grow tired of your perch and want to feel the grass under your paws once more, whichever one it was, Blaze didn't really care either way. That old, weak fool who've been your old leader was dead simply because he was that; old, foolish and weak.

Sooner or later, you'd come to realize that glaringly true fact as well. Blaze's sure of it.