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“You wanted to see me, sir?”
At the mouth of the den came a soft voice, one gentle in tone yet not hesitant or meak. A pair of clear blue eyes shone from the backlight of the clearing as the golden molly popped her head into the leader’s den. It wasn’t often that simple, every day warriors such as herself were called into a private discussion with their Clan’s head- she could only assume that they were meeting in his nesting areas because of the rumors that Hawkstar had lost a life recently and he was recovering from his wounds and the shock of death.
He must be tired, she thought to herself. Though, she didn’t have any experience on the matter so her two cents ended there. It was better not to pry, after all. His business was his business and his alone. She needn’t bother with details that didn’t concern her. What did concern her, however, was the reason for her presence being requested today. Dawnpool didn’t think she had done anything particularly wrong recently… So her conclusion settled on Coldpaw, her apprentice and the leader’s son.
Once she had received permission to enter, the golden tabby took her way into the den, pausing once she had reached a few tail lengths of respectable distance from Hawkstar. She dipped her head in greeting before she inquired, “Is this about Coldpaw?”
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"I'm sure that's not the case," She disagreed immediately. At least, she knew that he didn't really think Chanterellefrost thought ill of him. They may have parted ways but it didn't seem to her as though they thought poorly of one another. In fact, they probably still loved each other, despite separating. But that wasn't her right to touch on it, so she left it be. It was he who needed to work through those feelings.
When Hawkstar spoke of his kits, Dawnpool smiled gently. "Everyone goes through phases of rebellion when they're young. Can you think of a time when you were growing up when you thought your parents were ignorant of your troubles and you knew better than them?" She paused, letting her works sink in. "I'm sure they'll come around when they're ready."
The golden warrior got to her paws, offering her leader a respectful tilt of her head. "I think I should be going now, it's starting to get late." She began to dismiss herself, heading towards the mouth of the den and then she paused. "I enjoyed speaking with you," She said. And then she left.