Heroneye
| she/her | RiverClan | Warrior |
Heroneye nodded thoughtfully at Floodsight's words. Well, yes, of course, the small, wispy things that inhabited the mountain waters were preferable to nothing at all. Perhaps Heroneye was simply being ungrateful; the fact that the three other Clans had allowed RiverClan to leave with their pelts was practically a small mercy in and of itself. One that Heroneye would certainly not take for granted.
And, oh--then Floodsight began to speak about kits. It was rather fascinating; the silver-pelted she-cat seemed to instantly light up at their mention. Heroneye hesitated, a small crease forming in her brow. Though she didn't particularly mind kits, she always regarded them as being... fragile, for lack of a better term. She always felt that the smallest comment, the most innocent misdirection could affect a kit for the rest of their life. And while that power could perhaps be used for good as well as evil, Heroneye was certain she'd mess up, one way or another. And besides, her serious disposition was likely much too boring for most kits. So, for those reasons, she generally avoided interacting with them as much as she could.
And then there was being a mentor. Floodsight's excitement on the notion was completely alien to Heroneye. It was like her fears about "messing up" a kit, but multiplied by ten. But then, Floodsight trailed off, rather sheepishly. Though Heroneye couldn't exactly relate to the other's feelings, she didn't really want her to stop talking, stop filling the silence.
"It's good you feel that way," Heroneye began carefully.
"I'm sure being a kit can be quite boring, so it's good to have warriors who try to make them feel included in the Clan. That's how I see it, anyway."
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