Operation Adventure(open to Thunderclan cats)

Wishpaw glanced at her mother for confirmation as well...she was never really told who her father was, she only knew her mother was Cloverpool.

Cloverpool flicked her tail uncomfortably. " Sunpelt raised her with me while Frozenflame was busy tending to the clan as the Deputy. But the truth is, Wishpaw was.. adopted. I found her in the woods, her original mother had abandoned her, but only Starclan knows why a mother would leave such a sweet, caring, cat to fend for themselves. But who cares if she was adopted, I've had plenty of adopted kits, and I've always treated them like they were my own, which technically they are. Lets see here there was, Pebblekit, Firekit, Petalfern, and Wishpaw." She meowed honestly she didn't care if her kits were adopted or not, she'd die to protect them if she had to.

Tawnykit sensed his mother's tension while speaking of the subject, so he changed the subject. "Mom, can you teach me how to hunt? And tell me another story of our old camp? And about the battle that drove ThunderClan out? And the first time you met Daddy? And play Mossball with me?" He loved teasing his mom with continuous requests. He purred.

Wishpaw smiled at Tawnykit's enthusiasm, but she also was physically shivering with anxiety. She didn't know that she was adopted! She thought that she was born a ThunderClan cat and would die one. Apparently not. Apparently she was born a rogue and would die a ThunderClan cat. Which meant that she was half-Clan. No wonder some of the older warriors and apprentices would give her sideways and hostile glances when she was a kit. When she stopped pondering over the subject, she realized that she had been awkwardly and creepily staring at the sky for a while. She shook her head, snapping out of it, and focusing on the kits again.