Chatting [Leopardstrike]

[Riber~]

Silverstar prounced around the clearing; besides the shortage of warriors ThunderClan was doing wonderfully. Looking slowly around for Leopardstrike she ahlted, seeing him near the fresh-kill pile. Sitting down beside him, the silver she-cat spoke pleasantly. "Hello Leopardstrike. What are you up to today?"

[Noname]

"Nothing, as usual. But I have a question, how do you train an apprentice. I still don't think you made the right choice in making me a mentor so soon. I still have a lot to learn." mewed Leopardstrike worriedly, nervousness swept over him like a chill. The more he thought about his apprentice the more afraid he got.

[Riber~]

Silvertsra chuckled with amusement; she knew he was ready. "Well, what did I do with you? I took you out on patrols and battle training. Think more gentle then harsh with Whisperpaw." Pausing slightly, she took a deep breath. Ne needed to know who his mother was. Needed to know ... "Have I ever told you the story of you mother Leopardstrike?"

[Noname]

"... No, In fact, no one has. I never really thought about it." As a kit he had thought the queen he had suckled him was his mother, and once he was three moons old, the queen had died. He had no idea about who is real mother is, now knowing that the late queen wasn't his mother. Now questions hit him hard, who was she? What kind of a cat was she? Did she have other kits? What had happened to them?

[Riber~]

Taking another deep breath, Silverstar sighed, eyes focusing on the tom's eyes. The eyes she knew so well ...
"Your mother was a wonderful she-cat ... she loved you so much the moments she had with you ... which were very few. Qu-quailfeather was her name. So full of energy. Nothing could stop her. During kitting she gave birht to only one little kit; Leopardkit. The died before she even had the chance to give you that name ..."

[Noname]

Now faced with a difficult situation, Leopardstrike knew two things. His mother was in StarClan, and his whole life was a lie. "Then who named me? And where did I come from, I've never even heard of someone named Quailfeather."

[Riber~]

Silverstar sighed, dipping her head and turning it strangely to one side.
"I named you. I -er- figured you must be a fighter if you survived ... only you. Quailfeather was someone I greatly loved ... someone I always looked up to ... someone I spent my whole life with ... only to see her die in a matter of minutes. Quailfeather was my sister Leopardstrike ..." She mewed quietly, voice cracking slightly.

[Noname]

"... Why didn't you tell me this before?" meowed Leopardstrike his eyes wide with shock at Silverstar's words.

OOC: Short... I'm busy.

[Riber~]

Silverstar sughed; this wasn't the reaction she had wanted. "I - I found talking about my sister so hard and ... I just had issues with talking about her ... I miss her so much ..."

[Noname]

"T... Then who is my father?" mewed Leopardstrike quietly looking at the ground instead of looking at his leader, and aunts eyes. His ears drooped down and his smile faded along with any prior happiness. His tail hit the floor lightly. His eyes filled with sadness.

[Riber~]

Silverstar's throat choked, feeling Leopardstrike's sadness. This was to help him ... and yet it seemed to deter him. "Never knew your father. Or I might have ... just didn't know it was him. Your mother kept it a secret, even from me."

[Noname]

"Why would she have to keep it a secret?" he meowed, still staring at the ground with his tail wrapped around his paws.

OOC: S H O R T

[Riber~]

Silverstar pondered his question; trying to work out the best answer. She had neevr really knew, just that her sister was not proud of her mate, only of the kits. The silver she-cat burshed her tail against his flank, soothingly. "I don't really know ... some she-cats just prefer not to let other cats find out ..."

[Noname]

"... Thanks... For telling me..." he meowed quietly before padding away, his ears drooping, even now he had no idea who his mother really was. Or even who his father was... Everything was just a blur.

[Riber~]

Silverstar drooped her head, letting her tail lay still on the ground. He didnt care that she was his kin .. all he cared about was cats who had died many mooons ago ...
Getting up sulkily, the silver she-cat padded towards her den; heart stabbed with a variety of holes.

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