Originally Posted by marni
Cinderstar
From where she sat just before her nest, Cinderstar was working on fixing a little part of it. Some of the moss had begun to get too padded down, and after another attempt to spruce it up the leader resigned to the fact that it might be time to clear it out. Still, parts of it had the scent of her mate, so disposing of the next, while silly since she'd see her mate soon, felt a little difficult.
Despite this dilemma, she quickly turned her attention as a soft voice alerted her to a visitor. A smile drew itself upon her face as Cinderstar recognized Heartkit. "Hello, Heartkit," she greeted warmly as she settled down in a half-seated, half-lying position so that she was more eye level with the youngster. Her ears swiveled forward in an attempt to take in whatever question she had.
Oh? Concerned pooled in the depths of her blue gaze as she reached out a slender paw, and offer of comfort to the kit. She recalled a time when half-Clan relationships had been much more frowned upon than they were now. As a warrior she had never really had to worry much about her stance on them, but as ThunderClan's leader the silver bengal supposed she'd need to consider it.
"First off," she replied, keeping her tone gentle and soft as she left her slender paw in an aim to wipe some of the tears from Heartkit's face, "I hope you know there is nothing to be scared of. Despite your heritage, you are ThunderClan born, and as far as I'm concerned, will one day make a remarkable ThunderClan warrior." Kits could not be blamed for the mistakes their parents made, Cinderstar knew that better than anyone. "Second, while it is against the code, I do know that love is quite a powerful emotion, and it can at times become more important than the vows we take as warriors." She recalled her own love for Nectarflame, and how it was perhaps not understood by others - which was perfectly alright with her.
With a quiet sigh, Cinderstar withdrew her paw and placed it back onto the ground. "Half-Clan cats, just like any other cat, have no control over their birth, their heritage. Therefore, I do not believe they should be treated any differently. A cats loyalty comes from the decisions they make for their Clan, not the circumstances of their birth."
Cinderstar
Taking note of the rather chonky birds that her deputy had just deposited, a rather pleased purr came from Cinderstar. She was glad to see that cats were going out and doing hunting outside of the patrols being sent out. Stepping up and doing their duty as a Clan would be what revived ThunderClan and held them back up to the flames of the other Clans.
"Good morning Sparrowflight! I am glad to see you are doing better," she agreed with a chuckle of her own, indicating to the deputy's paw pads with a flick of her own paw. With a nod of her head she signaled for Sparrowflight to follow her into the den. It was still rather barren, save for the two nests close together near the back and the daisies that Roosterflame had brought her. Their petals were beginning to wither away, but she didn't have the heart to toss them out quite yet.
Taking a seat as she turned to look back at her deputy, Cinderstar nodded. "I wanted to speak to you about a few things; the first being about our patrols. Hunting should be bountiful in greenleaf, and yet our prey pile remains small. In addition to the patrols you already send out, what do you think about having one or two extra hunting patrols to take advantage of the warm weather?"
Cinderstar
Lifting her head from where she had just finished grooming a patch of fur, Cinderstar blinked as Pineleap stepped into the den followed by Songblossom. She had been meaning to speak to the former warrior about why he thought it a good idea to send an apprentice into the territory alone, so this worked out perfectly.
"Of course, come in." Sitting up straighter, she nodded to both warriors. "I have actually been meaning to talk with you, Pineleap. I was wondering if you could explain why you sent Bluepaw out into the territory alone?" There was no accusation or hostility in her tone, though disappointment was written clearly over her face.
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