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Originally Posted by Moonraven

If only Featherfur could see the leader's face at being addressed as Ma'am. It was concerning that the she-cat had to ask about who she was, but she wasn't really certain if cats without sight had heightened senses, so couldn't be upset about the question.
"Yes, it's me." She responded, padding closer to brush her flank along Featherfur's right side. She couldn't really blame the molly for getting lost in the territory, she had no clue what it was like to be blind. Still, she couldn't help but be a little concerned about letting her out of the camp if she got lost?
"Did you get turned around?" She inquired, "I can't imagine that you normally get lost in the territory." Twilightstar wanted some clarification before taking any drastic actions.




Ravenkit made a point, she wasn't lying she most likely had it slip her mind. So Twilightstar wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. The she-cat flickered her whisker in acknowledgment to the young cat, amused with how he just knew he would be coming along with them.
"Stormkit will work," her tail kneaded over her back as she led the way to camp. Sadly, she was unable to turn away from kits.
"Come along, I'll show you to the nursery."
[We're all done, make sure you submit them if you haven't already.]



It wasn't the fact that he admires the leader or whatever it was he felt, it was the fact that he failed to acknowledge her faults. The last one wasn't just a bad idea, it was pure stupidity all because of some pride. But Twilightstar decided against getting too hung up on that. There was nothing she could do to change it. Twilightstar didn't really want him to forget or throw away his experiences in ShadowClan, but he was going to have to tone down his pridefulness if he was going to fit in with WindClan. She wasn't sure he could do that. Young Echopaw had made herself at home in WindClan, Twilightstar never saw any ShadowClan in her besides the large size. Even with her past, Twilightstar wasn't ever really worried about her. She had been gone before the trouble was stirring between both Clans. Nettlespark was different.
"Deadpool?" Twilightstar repeated questionably when the name was brought seemingly up of nowhere. What in the world did he want with the quiet warrior? Unlike some clanmates, that cat never stood out to her other than the fact her Parasite liked her along with the Insect. Her face, and her blunder at the rai-- Oh, that's where she remembered him from. He was the tom that had her questioning the she-cat's loyalty. Oh, Stars! Please tell her this wasn't another one of those romantic endeavors. Twilightstar could barely stand talking about her own feelings, listening to others was tolerable when relatable.
Sure enough, he went into a full-blown declaration of love that was utterly unnecessary. The number of unthinkable stuff cats in love did, would forever be endless. Twilightstar swore she'd never hear the end of it, not in this lifetime not in the next. From the sounds of it, it seemed like this love was somewhat one-sided, but since she was nothing going to bother asking Deadpool about it, Twilightstar couldn't say if her assumption was concrete or not. She supposed time would only time. The leader really wanted to raise a paw to stop him after "I love Deadpool", she was literally willing to let him join the clan after that. But no, he had to carry on.
Twilightstar was aware of the strange thing called love and it's magical abilities to transform even the most menacing of cats into docile kittypets with the right pairing. Twilightstar was almost willing to explore this 'love' with Mushy just to figure out why cats were so willing to go bananas for it.
Considering how deadset, Nettlespark seemed to be willing to go, potentially future family excused, she'd feel guilty and slightly evil to deny him.
"You know if you had simply just said 'I'm leaving ShadowClan because I fell in love with one of your warriors,' we could have completely skipped the whole spiel from earlier." Twilightstar yawned, her earlier aggravation with the tom had more or less melted away somewhere along the way. Cats fall in love like this and out of it so easily, emotions come, go and change like the wind. Whether it worked out between Nettlespark and Deadpool, the lilac leader had no clue, but who was she to stand in front of love.
"I'll give you your chance in WindClan, don't make me regret it." Ugh, she was such a softie.
[I couldn't even if I tried. That was a cute little speech, even though Twi didn't appreciate it in the slightest. You can submit him into WindClan.]





The she-cat straightened her back as Stormstrike when silent for a few moments. Her eyes swept over Stormstrike's body once more, hoping she'd clear up the confusion bubbling in her head before it burst. As the molly locked eyes with her, Twilightstar stared back steadily, eyes not particularly expressive but not completely guarded either. Her tail jerked behind her hearing that the molly didn't really have an idea where she had been. That was a little concerning.
The rest of her story was baffling, a pull, a migrant that persists if you follow the pull, blacking out, and suddenly pregnant? If she were more closed-minded or Stormstrike had a darker or more troublesome past, Twilightstar might have thought the cat crazier than a fox in a fit and sent her away. However, considering the last strange thing she's deal with that 'kit' a random pregnancy was far from insane.
"So out of all of that, I find myself mostly concerned about you and your future kits." If Twilightstar had any real clue about aliens, she'd totally blame it on them, but since she didn't, she was just going to assume this was a StarClan thing again.
"You pregnancy obviously came by some strange anomaly, do you feel okay?" She wondered, gathering her paws underneath and walking closer to inspect her belly. "No pain or anything off?" Twilightstar's never had a litter before so she wasn't sure what would be out of the normal. All the same, she felt like she should send Stormstrike to Coldamber to look over.
"And your litter, when they arrive, do you want to keep them." If Stormstrike got pregnant by pure chance, Twilightstar wanted to make sure that she wanted them. Parenthood put a strain on life, Twilightstar didn't even have the hazard known as Parasite, and the troublesome mousebrain has already killed her. The point being, Twilightstar would be willing to take her and the kits in without any prejudice but Stormstrike had to be certain she wanted the responsibility.



Twilightstar was thoroughly invested in Heathernose's tale, mostly because she noticed how anxious the molly appeared. It made her wonder what the problem was. Rather than asking again, Twilightstar waited patiently for the she-cat to explain how she had vanished for so long without any word. When she faintly spoke up, she listened with the same simple expression, giving little of her inner thoughts away. It was a rather longer and more detailed story than she was used to getting, but by the end of it Twilightstar felt a simple 'I got lost, sorry, I'll be more careful next time', would have done wonders.
"So basically, you got lost and with some help, have returned." She simplified it as much as possible. "Well, I'm glad that you're alright. Do pay more attention or bring a clanmate next time you want to de-stress, though." Twilightstar rarely bothered getting worked up unless it was something that was repeatedly happening.
[She's good to go.]




"Breezekit?" Twilightstar quired, confused about the name. That was not a normal name for a kit. Especially one that lived alone in the forest? "You sure you didn't come from a clan? Who named you?"




Twilightstar slowly padded over to the young cat who padded out of some overgrowth. Do queens just have these little ones and then leave them by themselves? She supposed she wouldn't know until she asked.
"I'm here, I'm Twilightstar." The bigger lilac leader took a seat about a tail length away from the trembling cat.
"Where'd you come from, little one?"

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A small, white she-cat pounced around the moor, her folded, creamy colored ears perked up as she bounced. The enthusiastic she-cat took a deep breath in, smelling other cats, “Oh! Other cats are around!” She mewed excitedly, jumping around more, her bright blue eyes glimmering, she LOVED meeting new cats!