cliffheart was caught off guard by the sudden awakening if Sagekit. He jumped a little, but regained composure rather quickly. His pale green gaze fell down to the nest where he saw the fluffy version of himself staring back at him. He out in a nervous smile, one that he had wished would be more genuine. His first words though troubled the tom a little. Was he really thin looking? He had been trying to do better, knowing that he had to feed himself alongside the other members of the Clan too. He just found it so easy to get caught up in serving his Clan that he forgot to focus on himself. Guess in doing that he forgot to eat, only taking small amounts for himself. It was a Scorched though who was riding him on this, encouraging him to take some breaks, to eat something sustainable. Cliffheart had a horrible habit of not caring for his own self. Which this was in ways good, humility and serving were always respected in a Clan, but the neglectful news he took to himself could be life threatening. He did remember the time he was so tired and weak from not nourishing himself that he had slept for two whole days. Haha not fun, especially when he could have been out hunting.

Cliffheart shook himself back to the matter at hand. "Oh hello Little Star." He greeted, noting painstakingly the awkwardness. "Ah, no I am no where close enough to being like your mother. She's too perfect, don't you agree?" He mewed kindly, trying to keep his voice quiet. "No my name is Cliffheart." He mewed firmly, a little harshly and he wasn't sure why. Oh wait, yes he did. It was the anger directed at himself that he had not talked to his kits at all. They were his little ones, his family, his kits. And yet he had neglected them. Now they didn't even know who he was. "Sorry, umm, I actually came in here to see if any of you guys were awake, and now it seems that has been confirmed."

[no problem, and highly relateable]
Cliffheart smiled down at his fluffy son, whose fur resembled Beachkit. "Oh sorry, Star is what I call your mother, and you and your sibling are the Little Stars. Sorry about the confusion little one. But a Star is what you see at night when the sun goes down. The lights come up and they shine brightly in the sky, speck long the navy nights with picks of white, they're very beautiful. Maybe when you do decide to come outside, I can show them to you." He explained. Then at Sagekits next words he felt himself blush with embarrassment. There it went again. His kits didn't know who he was. That was only himself to blame for. If he had spent more time with them...things could have been so much easier. He loved them, they shouldn't get him wrong in that, but he was afraid he would be a horrible father, having no basis to set his fatherly aspects on. He was completely in the dark here. He didn't want to screw up their kithood, but at least he was trying. "Oh...pardon me. I'm your father. Scorchedpetal, your mother is my mate. Your my son. I just... I've been busy...I guess." He mumbled the last bit. Oh great now he was lying to Sagekit. Of course he hadn't been busy! He was just too scared to come in here! Hopefully the kits would forgive him.