A silvery cat appeared from the cave. "You came." She mewed. Her pelt smelled sweet, like milk, but with the tang of regret. "Sedgewhisker, meet my mother." She waved her tail towards her mother, but didn't touch her.
The silver she-cat dipped her head. "You two are making a decision that Starclan can't help you with." She murmured. "Cats will call you traitors, they might kick you out." She fretted, her mew growing quiet. "I made bad decisions, and I want the best for your love.'
{ The mother to mate talk, oh boy xD }
{ NIEN. WHO!?!?! }









