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Originally Posted by Nighty
Forestpaw stayed silent, letting his words of encouragement seep in. It was nice to hear that some cats would need her, some cats wanted her. Everyonce in a while it was nice to be reminded that you were not alone and that others were looking out for you as well. And that's what she felt like Mumblenose was trying to reach out and do. And if he wanted to do just that, then she would happily accept that.
"But are they? Evil comes in more than one form. Think, you were there for the a Evil Era. I know I wasn't but trust me, I've heard plenty of strikes from both spectrums. Bucknight was cunning and deceitful. No one knew what was happening until it had already happened. Then there was Blazingnight who waited patiently, plotting and then executed. Then there was my father who just stole in and took over like that. Some evils take less noticeable forms, such as harsh words, of jest urges or comments. Not everything evil is just blood thirsty killers." She gazed at him sadly, hoping he would see where she was coming from. She had seen many different ends. She had seen the end from an Evil Leader, from the end of the Syndicate, and now again from the end of Windclan. She knew what she was talking about, but something about older cats and their 'more experienced than those youn'uns' ended up with her thoughts down the drain, thinking she was crazy. She was just some lunatic that wanted attention.
"Not my whole life." She mumbled. "I still went with him. I wanted, I physically and mentally wanted to be like my father. So I went with him, while Brindle stayed here. She resisted. That's already out her ahead in a race for leadership. There's a dark spot in my life, and it will never go away." She hung her head, her own words rattling inside her. "And if I try to hide it, it'll come out one day and be all the worse for me."
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Mumblenose hurt at Forestpaw's sadness. He didn't want her to be sad, he never wanted her to feel sadness. After her rather dark words were finished being spoke, he looked away from her, then inhaled deeply and held his breath for a long moment before quietly and quickly exhaling. He was wondering how he would improve the mood. Finally, he settled for flashing Forestpaw a reassuring, kind, and loving smile, though rather weak.
``I want you to think of your best qualities, the traits that make you, well, you. Tell me all the traits you are most proud of.`` Mumblenose's tone was laced with a fatherly gentleness, and his dull yellow-green eyes also displayed his soft approach. He intended to slowly distract Forestpaw from the haunting memories of her past, but he needed to do so in a rather nonchalant way. He didn't want his granddaughter to believe he was sick of her drama - which he was not - or some other awful suspicion.
He looked at Forestpaw with so much admiration. It was impossible to explain just how much he loved his kin. He loved his family so much, his heart hurt, as if it were about to explode due to the expanding amount of love. He'd surely do anything for the she-cat beside him, even if it risked his own life. But risking his own life for her was much too easy. Would he risk another cat's life for Forestpaw's well-being? Probably. Mumblenose had felt this strength of love once before, only in a different form, a form that was not one of a granddaughter-grandfather love. No, not with his offspring. He never felt such love for his sons, unfortunately, almost like he knew how monstrous they'd grow to be. Yes, with the loner he once looked at as his significant other. He would've risked his life for his former mate, he would've even killed for Bliss. And he let Bliss go, just as he let Forestpaw go. But if Bliss ever returned, would he refuse to let her go again? Would he ever let Forestpaw leave again?