[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Frostpaws whiskers twitched as she realized it was bad looking, and probably not good for the emotions of the other cat. She had reacted in fear, instincts, defense. She knew, but still. What would any cat do if their evil fathers look a like just showed up behind them? Most cats would freak out, she was sure. Hopefully he wouldn't be the same way. But she watched as the emotions flickered in his eyes. She had her ways of reading cats, she had had to when around Broken, that way she knew how to act. It was in the eyes, they truly were the windows to the soul.

The reveal of who he was though, it brought some worry back to her. She stepped back, almost the same time he did. This was her grandfather. The grandfather she had never known existed. Singe nor Sorrel had ever mentioned anything about grandparents. No cousins no nothing. Just them. Just Singe, Sorrel, Brindle, Flash, Burning, and Dapple. That was it, no other mentions of family had ever cropped up in conversation.

But was he like Singe? They practically mirrored each other, and it was blatantly obvious that they were related rather closely. Did this cat, who was her grandfather, believe in the same beliefs as her father and mother? Did he despise Starclan? Had he opted to stay here to seek revenge for his son and daughting in law? Had he stayed here to watch over Brindlepaw and make sure she was okay so Singe didn't have to worry for her? Because despite all his evil attributes, he cared for his family above all. Loyalty and Change, those attributes made up his world.

But what if it was the opposite? What if he hated his son? What if he opposed everything about a Singe? What if he was the strongest Starclan believer out there? What if his faith in Starclan was never faltering? What he he feared Singe like she was starting to do? But then, if he despised everything that was Singe and Singe related, how did he feel about her? She was the kin of Singe. What did he think about her? Hopefully it wasn't too horrid, as it seemed he had ran into her. Besides, he hadn't murdered her.....yet.

Forestpaw sighed inwardly though. Her mind was getting the better of her again. She knew all too well her mind was her strongest attribute. She knew she was head strong. She knew that a majority of her strength was mental. She liked it too...sometimes. She knew she could easily analyze a situation, see different solutions, come to different conclusions, but that also meant bad things. It meant that she became easily paranoid. She would over think things, stress herself out over nothing. She knew that her mind, while being her greatest strength, was also her greatest downfall. "My Grandfather?" She queried, staring at him, her pastel green hues blinking softly at him. He seemed genuine, but it could be a trick. He could have been the source of Singe's slyness and cunning.

Though Mumblenose believed himself to be the unintentional source of Singe's cruel ways, he wasn't aware of whether or not the idea was factual. It was true that he blamed himself and punished himself terribly, but now that his kin were coming back to him, he had something to fight for. Maybe the way he treated Singe as a kitten was cruel, but he yearned to make up for his mistake. Unfortunately, Singe had made it clear how unwelcome Mumblenose was in his life. He had tried, though, and even attempted to twist his son's beliefs to something good. Perhaps he could've lead Singe along a path of righteousness if he had tried harder? But then Singe threatened him, warning him that if he dared to so much as glance at his family, Mumblenose would face the consequences. He wasn't scared of Singe, but he hoped that if he listened to him, their relationship would be mended a bit.

Mumblenose obediently obeyed his son's request, avoiding his kin. But, somehow, he still faced the consequences. During the battle where SkyClan attacked WindClan, Mumblenose was forced to face his other son, Searblaze. In the end, his family left him. And he didn't have a Bliss to seek comfort in. He then drowned in a period of severe depression. Those times haunted him, during his awaking moments and his sleeping moments.

Now, though, Mumblenose was encouraged to fight for what he had. He had been sad before, too, before the Evil Era, but when he saw what his son was bringing to the clan... He had to fight for WindClan; but he failed. He became sad once more. But he was happy, now that his kin returned to him. It was always a pattern, always. What would make him sad once more?

``Yes, your grandfather!`` Mumblenose cheered quietly, excited that Forestpaw seemed to understand - somewhat understand. He straightened happily, a bright grin on his face. Then he realized she was uneasy, most likely because this was their first meeting. Of course she will feel uncertain! His smile faltering slightly, he folded his ears in embarrassment. ``Oh, sorry. I understand I must be coming on strong - I'm just so excited I finally get to meet you!`` He figured his height could be intimidating, so after flashing her an apologetic look for his kit-like approach, Mumblenose lowered himself to his belly. His forepaws stretched before him, as long as they were, and his haunches were tucked against his flanks. He still held his head high, unable to bring it lower due to excitement. And then it hit him - did he remind Forestpaw of Singe? With his shock ebbing away as explanations clouding his mind, Mumblenose quickly meowed, ``I'm not... for lack of a better word, bad.``