The Bind That Ties

The cats of WindClan had trudged back to their camp after departing from the near-battlefield, the easy victory over ShadowClan hollowed by seemingly sinister sanctions from Reedstar. With his righteous mentions of SkyClan territory truly belonging to SkyClan, Falconfang did not trust whatever had been spoken of between the leader and the former SkyClan kit. So as the rest of the clan made its way into camp, the deputy fell back and strode in step with Lavenderheart. "Lavenderheart," he whispered to her, nodding his head away from the rest of the clan and towards the moors. "Would you mind following me? I want to speak with you for a moment." This could become tense if she had it in her mind to rebuild the forsaken clan, no matter how foolish such an idea may be. He had to choose his words carefully in order to make sure he didn't sound too suspicious. No matter where she had been before, she was a WindClan warrior, and that was the way things would hopefully stay.

As the blue she-cat made her way back to camp, hoping to tend to her kits, the appearance of the WindClan deputy made her know that she wouldn't be seeing them quite yet. Crestfallen by this, she simply nodded, adding in a low tone, "If this is about what Reedstar told me, then there's nothing to worry about. I can assure you, but I'd like to hear what you have to say about my origins." Waiting for Falconfang to lead, Lavenderheart silently promised that she'd back to tend to her kits soon and make sure they weren't causing any trouble. Looking up, she realized it was quite a lonely night, no stars just yet. Or were StarClan showing disapproval that she shouldn't belong in WindClan or any clan? Shaking the idea out of her head, tail waving gently, she beckoned, "So...? Would you like to speak now?" Such brave words for a cat with simple ideas. Sighing, she had a feeling that this conversation would last quite awhile and that these results could cause her kin death, exile, or anything worse. Silently remembering Reedstar's words, Lavenderheart was hoping that there would be no mention of it, it wasn't to any importance. Silentstar was gone and she had accepted it - though death or just disappearance was the only answer to that. Her kits were WindClan, and she had a wonderful mate. If SkyClan was reformed and she was leader or something, it would break her kits' hearts on who they'd choose to be with and she'd be separated from what she grew up with. Moreover, her love with Twistedfoot would be against the code if that happened. It couldn't happen, as much as she wished for it.

Now that they were alone on the moors, Falconfang sat down and motioned for Lavenderheart to do the same. When they were both seated, the deputy began, choosing his words carefully as he spoke. "I don't know what Reedstar told you, but I just want to reassure you that nothing has changed within the clan. You and your kits are WindClan, through and through. That hasn't changed since we took you in all those moons again." He gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to assuage any fears or treacherous thoughts she may have harbored during the walk. "I don't know how you feel about it, but remember, you always have a place here in WindClan." His gaze trained completely on the warrior, trying to gauge her reaction. Hopefully she would understand that the safest place for her was right here in WindClan.