"No, it was never just an act. Because Leafstorm truly does love you." Specklefang had been watching from the nursery as Leafstorm let Cherrypaw know of their relationship, and while it had not gone as planned she wasn't particularly upset about it. But it was necessary to Leafstorm, so she was going to have to deal with it. "Sit up Cherrypaw, I did not teach you to be a slob. I did not teach you to be dramatic and irrational." Specklefang spat some-what cruelly, but she needed a reality check. "While you may not be happy with Leafstorm's decision, you are going to have to deal with it because he can't mope and sob every day over your mother. She's dead, Leafstorm isn't. Let him be happy, let him have this." She spat, settling herself down next to her... stepdaughter.
"Just because you're not happy with me being your... step-mother doesn't mean that you can act this way. I don't care if you don't view me as a mother figure, nothing has to change if that's what you're worried about. Your father chose to take me on as a mate, and there's nothing you can do to change that. The past is the past, and the future is now." Specklefang meowed curtly, not looking at her blind apprentice and step-daughter, but into the trees, awaiting what Cherrypaw had to say.