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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

The Tuxedo tom didn’t really take notice of which direction this conversation seemed to be going. Pleasantpaw typically didn’t like to make judgments on anything without waiting a bit and checking that he was sure. He didn’t like to be wrong. Not just because it lowered his self-esteem a little, but it could really cost his energy and safety at times, such as when he was hunting. He usually waited to pounce even after his mentor had told him to jump because he wanted to get his positioning and technique perfect. Usually he caught the prey anyway, which was the reason why he could hold his head up and continue hunting his own way.
“Sassy? Me?” Pleasantpaw repeated, raising his eyebrows in genuine surprise. Sassy? Him? What on earth was this she-cat thinking? He wasn’t sassy! He was….confident. Okay, so maybe he was sassy, but sassy didn’t sound nice to him. It just wasn’t a word that he wanted to use to describe him. “No no, I think you are mistaken. I am not sassy, just a little more confident than the average cat,” he declared, emphasising the ‘little’ to show that he was not sassy and super confident (even though he was).
Being Fallenstar’s brother hardly boosted his ego. Yes, it did make him feel important but it wasn’t the reason for his high self-esteem. He was naturally arrogant.

Huh, so she wasn’t a total newbie. She had joined when Russetstar was still leader, and that was at least a couple of moons ago. How had he been so blind as to not notice her? Then again, why would he want to notice her when he could notice himself? He cocked his head to the side curiously. It seemed that the apprentice had a lot more to her than he thought. Unnamed and sassy she-cat: Came when Russetstar was leader and had no friends so she came here in hopes of some he thought, placing the mental note along with all the other mental notes about his clanmates. He didn't yet know what she was called so he left her title as 'unnamed and sassy'. “What about your family? What happened to them? Did you leave them? Did they leave you?” he asked, the questions pouring out of his mouth. Normally, Pleasantpaw would be a lot more subtle about finding out information, but this time he hadn’t bothered. This time he was having a conversation with a cat, rather than watching from a distance so he might as well be obvious.

A “little” more confident? Great Starclan where do these cats come from? Settingpaw wanted to continue to argue on the subject, but she felt that at that moment, it might just be best to let him believe that she thought he was “a little confident.” Settingpaw truly knew that his arrogance stretched beyond that though. Even in the first few moments of meeting him, she could tell. “Alright, minuscule amount above the average amount confidence, got it.” She purposely used larger words, extending her sentence to something that ‘sounded’ more sophisticated, though it really was her just poking more fun at him. She often did this a lot, extended her sentences to more than what they needed to be, just because she felt like it. And also because there were those few cats she knew she could confuse with large words and complex ways of speaking. She wasn’t sure quite yet if this tom was one of those cats.

Settingpaw kept silent as the tuxedo tomcat cocked his head, seemingly studying her. She watched back with intense blue eyes, opening her mouth to say something right as questions started to pour out of his muzzle. Settingpaw blinked, taking a moment to take in these questions. She then narrowed her eyes slightly, though a smile played on her face. “I’ll add in nosy along with sassy. Just my list of words to describe you.” She meowed, shrugging her shoulders. She didn’t really want to answer those questions, her family background had always been difficult. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to give out the information that she was half-clan to this particular tomcat. She wasn’t sure yet if she could trust him.
“Well, my father is a Riverclan warrior, and the rest of my family are all... gone. No one really knows what happened to them.” Not completely a lie. More like just bending around the truth. She knew what happened to to her mother and one of her brothers, but she didn’t want to talk about it. Not to anyone.

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

things had been..going slowly for whisperblaze. his kits were growing older, all except for cedarkit were out of the nursery now, old enough to not need milk so whisper could stay with him. cedar liked to call him a king instead of a queen, it was cute. but he felt grief at the same time. a long time ago, his first litter had been with a molly in thunderclan. he hadnt even gotten to meet them until it was rumored that they were dead. what life he couldve had with them, if he had brought them with him when he returned to riverclan. he still thought about it to this day. how could he not - it was kits that he loved, adored, that tumbledrop would sneak to the border and tell him about. he didnt even get t meet them, he didnt even get to see them! all he got were descriptions. they were unquie, so uquine that they reminded their mother of a sun setting, rpeaking, and rising. you couldve seen them from a mile away, tumbledrop would tell him, that theyve got the prettiest markings on their heads.

whisperblaze could on wish to meet them. he still ot this day checked gatherings, checked thunderclan as they walked passed them when leaving. checked borders. but to no avail, they had seen no cats with a speacial forehead marking is his own kits. they must be beautiful. it wasnt that he wasnt happy with the kits that he had now, he was starting to grow a little family with russet. but his mind always wondered at night, if his kits were looking over him.

he slipped out of the nursery, shaking his pelt of bugs that cedarkit might've put in the thread. that boy sure loved his bugs. but whisper would always deal with them because he knew that they made him happy. whisper was getting older, soon, he would be retiring to the elders den with his mate after he raised cedarkit to an apprentice age. he had seen any things in his life, and maybe it was time for some rest. he hummed as the breeze made way through his fur, closing his eyes for a moment in bliss. opening them, he was left..smittien.

there, was a shecat he hadnt expected to be seeing. the molly fit all the descriptions tumbledrop had given him. and one of them, dear! one of them as a sun looking marking farther down in their face. i think ill name them settingkit. it wasnt the cat he exsactly pictured, but that image had been formed so long ago, replaced by a new one, of this molly sitting in the clearing. was she settingkit? she didnt look like a kit anymore..perhaspe settingpaw..

he approached her. he had to. taking slow, hesitant steps forward, bright blue eyes eyed the what he assumed apprentice. "Are you..," he paused, "are you settingpaw?"

Settingpaw heard pawsteps behind her, and unfamiliar scent making its way to her nose. She twitched an ear gently as she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder, curiosity keeping her from staying still. What her eyes took in was a gray tomcat, a lot older than her and most certainly had had plenty of moons living. But what really caught her attention was his bright blue eyes, almost the exact shade of blue as her own. She wasn’t sure if she should suspect instantly that this was her father, Whisperblaze. Sure, he fit all the description her mother had given her. Well, what she remembered from it.

Blinking slowly, she hardly heard the question he asked, her mind was reeling and working full power, trying to find some way to prove to herself that this tomcat was her father. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted him to be or not. She didn’t even know him. Yet her mind was already trying to find a reason for why he hadn’t approached her earlier. Why she’s hadn’t found him as soon as she reached Riverclan. She had so many questions she wanted to ask, so many accusations that she wanted to spit out.
But all that came were five simple words.
A response and a question of her own.

“Yes. And are you Whisperblaze?