[Cove]

Originally Posted by marni

Cinderstar
It was easy enough to agree with her mate. Though she had not known the former RiverClan leader all that well, his behavior at gatherings representing his Clan left a bitter taste in her mouth. The night he had stormed into camp and clawed his way up the Thunderwillow burned like fire in her mind - each death was sad and tragic, but honestly she thought RiverClan better off without the dark tomcat in power.

A conversation away from the masses... it was an interesting concept. The first thought Cinderstar had was almost automatic, in that by doing that they would surely be walking right into the (poisoned) claws of RiverClan. A conversation alone, with a medicine cat known to poison others in defense of his Clan. Cinderstar could see quite clearly that the young tom would do almost anything to defend RiverClan, and that at least was commendable. The ways, not so much.

"You seemed to be able to get through to him, if he fled the battle without carrying through his plan. Perhaps... that cat should be you." It was an obvious choice, and someone that Snakeheart might feel more ready to listen to. For any fault she had (Cinderstar liked to believe there were none) Nectarflame had a persuasive way about her, almost like songbirds calling out to kits.

There was still much to think over and consider when it came to this, and Cinderstar found that she did not wish to make any decision on it now. "I will think it over, because I do not wish for this to blow up anymore than it already has." A sigh left her. "Our feud with RiverClan has gone on long enough, and it is time that I wish to start to put the past in the past and focus on building ThunderClan up. We will speak with him about this, and then hopefully it can be placed back in the past."

Another soft chuckle in the dim lighting as Cinderstar stretched her neck out to give a swift lick on the cheek of her mate. "Whatever I decide, it will not be done as just a leader addressing Snakeheart but the Clan as a whole. They all deserve closure from such a traumatic time. Thank you for telling me."



Cinderstar
A sigh left her as she was given no other reasoning, or really no reaction at all to what she had said. At that point she knew whatever other words came out would only fall on deaf ears. "I will honor your request to change your names. But do keep in mind what I have said." She really did hope they would take it to heart.

"With that being said, what are you wishing for your new names to be?"



Cinderstar
Hearing the report of how the patrols had been going, Cinderstar couldn't stop the disappointment from crossing her face. Not in Sparrowflight, but in the fact that ThunderClan warriors were falling back into old habits. That certainly would not do, especially if they wished to become a Clan once more in the eyes of their neighbors.

She was glad to hear of the idea of doubling the hunting patrols. "Good idea. I agree that the extra patrols will hopefully help supplement any warriors that fail to do their duties. Perhaps, we can even look at sending out mentor and apprentice duos for the extra hunting patrols, so that our warriors can catch two mice with one claw." Catching prey for the Clan while also teaching their apprentice how to do the same, so that they were ready for when they became warriors.

With a nod of her head, she let silence fall after her last words, her eyes glazing over something of a more serious nature. "There was one more thing I wanted to talk to you about... And that was about a certain elder I'm sure you have noticed who is no longer in camp." A slight droop of her shoulders, but nothing too major, as she spoke of Ridgeclaw. Their former mentor, gone from camp without a trace. He was rather old, and though Cinderstar knew he could handle himself she couldn't help but be worried for his safety.



Cinderstar
It was a rather cute sight as Ashenkit explained the game to her. Fuzzy memories of playing it with her own siblings when they had all been kits stirred in her mind and garnered a purr from her. The days had been long and blissful, when all she had to worry about was who out of her siblings could bat the ball the farthest.

"That sounds like a wonderful game!" It held no harm in allowing the kit to believe that she had introduced the game to her - it had been many, many moons since she had last played too. As she readied herself, she let out a mrrow of surprise as the moss ball sailed overhead and tumbled close to the back of the den. With a smile Cinderstar turned and retrieved it with one paw, soon going back to her original spot.

At the comparison of their names, Cinderstar smiled. "You're right. Ashen- is a lovely name too, and I am certain that it will make for a beautiful warrior name in the future." She lightly tossed the moss ball back over to Ashenkit, making sure it wasn't too fast or too high for the youngster to reach up and grab it. "I was actually named after my mother's mother. Cinderbear - a warrior who lived quite some time ago in ThunderClan." A story she had been told as a young kit and into her apprenticeship. Fitting that her warrior name then came as an honor to her mother as well.

 

Cinderstar
Looking away from where she had been fixing her nest, Cinderstar took note of the paw steps that approached and the tiny heads that poked into her den. A smile spread across her face as she saw Flamekit and Vinekit, and she padded away from her project to take a seat before them. A Clan that was thought to be a myth? "Of course. What would you like to know?" She had a feeling they were speaking of SkyClan, who had merged with RiverClan quite some time ago - definitely before their birth and most of those in ThunderClan, save for the elders and senior warriors.

Songblossom nodded. “I would like to be called Raccoonmask and Pine’leap would like to be sootstone.” she mewed, purring. Pine’leap nodded and dipped her head.