Stoatdance looked at Lionstar with a hint of thoughtfulness in her eye, stifling a giggle at his outburst. "If any of these strangely-named cats are Clan-born, I'm surprised they hold those names in the first place. Though I'm sure you'll find a name more fitting for him, like you did with me. And the Clan will be able to know what it means," she said, her whiskers twitching with amusement at her last sentence. "That is all I wished to talk about. His name didn't make any sense to me, and so I knew you would wish to know. I'm not sure where he is now, but you may be able to find him somewhere around camp- he stated that many cats gossip about him, though I've never heard any, so I cannot assure that that is the truth.
"But, if you need me to, I can send him to you the next time I see him?" Stoatdance then stood, glancing at the entrance, which she noted that Lionstar still blocked. She gently cleared her throat, preparing to say her farewell. "Unless there is more to say, I wish to be dismissed. I'm sure that you have work to do, and that there is work to be done around the camp. And, there is another warrior here to speak with you," she said, glancing between him, the silent she-cat, and the rest of the entrance, hoping that he would notice that he was standing in the way.