[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Noire

Bluedust nodded. Of course, how could he forget? Storkflight had became a warrior recently. That was a ceremony that he refused to miss! He could tell that Nightbreeze was a proud momma seeing her kits grow up and take on the world. She was a kind and gentle soul, taking on his nervous state, and being older than him by ten moons. He was glad to have someone steady in his life. Barkslip, on the other hand, he didn't know much about. But, he knew that was Storkflight's brother. Adoptive brother, but still his brother and his best friend. ''Ah, yes, of course! Remind me to visit him sometime to congratulate him properly.'' He spoke, his movements slowing down a bit. As he circled around Nightbreeze, he thought about the question she asked him. How was he doing? How was he feeling? The tom didn't know. He usually hated those types of questions, because he never knew how to answer them truthfully. He felt like a wreck. Sometimes he felt happy, that he could face the world. Other times he felt timid, and wanted to hide behind the ebony feline. So, in order to answer this question, the tom stopped until he was on the side of her, looking into the distance. He could be honest to Nightbreeze. There was no use to lying to her. She knew him well enough like she knew her own kits. ''I had went on a run, thanks for asking. Might go on another one, I don't know.'' His voice was rushed, speed-like. Buzzed. He thumped his tail in an irregular way for being hyped and not moving fast enough. What was wrong with him? Why did his mind act fast, act on impulse? The tom often wondered what tree his mother fell out of when she was pregnant with him. Wasn't it her fault that he ended like this in such a way? His biggest fear was the fact that he would never find a mate. Never find anyone to accept him. From a distance, he could stare at the pretty she-cats, but he never dared to make a move on them because of his anxious state. They would run off before Bluedust could finish his stuttering state. Nightbreeze, however, was different. She hadn't ran away, and she was there to help him. That was enough for him, and it made his heart warm at the thought that he could trust another feline. ''I'm doing...fine, I suppose.'' Was that a lie? No, it wasn't. He was doing fine. He wasn't doing grand, and he could do better, but he felt fine. He felt content whenever he was near her. The tom swiftly hopped in front of her as he spoke once more. ''Ah, yes, those little furballs!'' He purred. ''I would love to see them sometime! And, as well as Storkflight. How is he doing again lately? I mean, have you heard from him recently? Since he became a warrior?''

Nightbreeze smiled. She could see faintly, as he stopped the uncomfortable state in which he entered when answering her questions. She couldn't really understand fully why he was so keen on answering those questions, but she shrugged it off. Best not to dwell on it. He had answered her and that was what she had wanted. "Well, that's great that you've been on a run today. I honestly think you would have made a fine Windclan cat as well. But I am glad you are in Thinderclan, you help make this place complete. Without you, nothing would be the same my dear Bluedust." She purred encouragingly. She liked being uplifting. Happy Clan happy life, right? If she could do her oart in encouraging her Clanmates, she knew that her words made a difference. Words always made a difference, especially to those who thought they were incapable of being welcomed, admired and loved. Barkskip had been the same way as a kit, so she encouraged him. Now he was fully accepted as a warrior. She was glad tha he seemed to be doing fine, but she doubted 'fine' was all he was thinking. As fast paced as he was, he was probably a swirling flurry of emotions, that was, if his emotions swayed and moved as fast as his legs and mouth. She loved her friend, but she had to admit, it was hard to understand him sometimes, with his slurred speech. She tended to avoid the subject though, thinking it as a sensitive subject. She was snapped back to reality by his question. "Oh yes, Storkflight seems to be doing fine. Already earned himself an apprentice. Hopefully he's enjoying training a young cat. He never had a good mentor, she never really trained him. That's when Barkskip took over for him and taught him. It's why the two are so close now. They're the closest pair of brothers I have seen in a while, especially since they are both adopted kits of mine. They're doing great though, although I think it's taking Storkflight some time to get used to being a warrior. He'll grow into it soon though, this is everything he's ever wanted, and now he's achieved it. Most likely, he is searching for a new goal in life."