Fritillarystar
Peace without justice is tyranny
Frowning ponderously at Tawnystar's news, Fritillarystar wasn't sure if Tawnystar's clan was at all in control. If she couldn't stop an apprentice from attacking a warrior then what good was she as a leader? Curling her tail around her paws, she sat up straight. Good impressions didn't just rely on good words, but a good posture too. The tortioseshell had heard of that from somewhere, but she could not remember where; whether it had been from her mother's mouth or from a passing stranger, it didn't matter. It was good advice!
''Well, I congratulate Silverkit on his choice.'' Fritillarystar replied. Sagestar had told her long ago about how little he'd cherished his medicine cats and just how important they were. ''Being a medicine cat is a prestigious role, and a very important one.'' The tortoiseshell turned to face Sorrelstar. ''I was not aware that you had a son.'' She remarked. ''How is he?''