“I know prey is scarce,” he meowed. “But you shouldn’t bother coming back  until  you  have  something  to  show  for  your  efforts.  If  you’re  real warriors, you’ll freeze your paws off if you have to, for the survival of your Clan.”
As  she  listened,  Bristlefrost  grew  uneasy  at  the  tone  of  her  leader’s words. His voice sounded rougher than usual, not like the calm, measured leader Bristlefrost had always admired.
Squirrelflight seemed to share her misgivings. “Aren’t you being a little harsh?” she murmured to Bramblestar. “All the warriors are doing their best under very difficult conditions.”
Bramblestar whipped his head around to face her, a hostile light in his eyes. “You would make excuses for them,” he snapped. “You always had a soft spot for weak cats.”
Squirrelflight stared at him as if she couldn’t believe what he had said to her. Bristlefrost heard one or two stifled gasps from the cats around her and saw them exchanging uncomfortable glances.

Lost Stars, Chapter 16