Rights [OPEN]

It was quite strange how the momentary glimpses of pain donned by both Gustpuddle and Ploverpaw paved the way for a wide array of other resemblances to surface as well. Ear twitching suddenly as she witnessed the first true display of weakness on Gustpuddle's behalf, Brindlestar only offered her own silence in contribution to the ongoing discussion. The thought of stooping low enough to prey upon the younger cat's indecisiveness was revolting- regardless of whatever shared blood between them. Watching as Ploverpaw struggled to reach a decision that satisfied whatever apparent dilemma he was grappling with, her fears only felt fully cemented. This was a mistake. The realization only soured the young tom's declaration in her mind, making her belly cramp uneasily. Yet, Brindlestar said nothing in immediate response to Ploverpaw or Tinylegs, instead her intent gaze bore into the long-furred young tom who shifted before her, seemingly searching for a sign of affirmation.

Offering a short, jolting nod in a nonverbal agreement to Tinylegs' well-intended question, Brindlestar's attention remained fully focused upon Ploverpaw. "Would you like a moment to say goodbye?" She finally questioned, stressing the casual words, "I'd prefer to depart sooner rather than later, but I see no harm in staving off the journey for another few moments or so."