Starlingheart is older now, old enough that if she had stayed on her original path, she would've received her warrior name. It has been a long time since she has had enough time to look at herself in a reflection, to stand over a pool of water and see herself gazing up at her. When she sees herself she is surprised. Her paw raises to touch a face she barely recognizes as her own. She looks older now, her form filling out. Their is something missing from her face that the last time she had looked at herself she had had but she cant quite put a paw on it. When she looks at herself she sees an adult, she sees her mother. The memory of her image is becoming distorted with time but Starlingheart is almost certain her features are hers. Well, nearly all of them. It makes her wonder about her father, what he had looked like what he was like. Briarstar had told her, once, a long time ago. But that was back when she was a kit, back when all she cared about was when the next game of moss ball would be. She wishes she had payed more attention.
She is determined now, to find one of her older siblings, to ask them about their father and so when she returns to camp it is with a purpose. She spots a familiar sandy colored pelt and makes a beeline. "Ch-Chittertongue!" she calls out as she draws nearer, snow tipped tail waving in a polite greeting. "Can I- can I ask you about some-something?" she asks, voice quieter now that she was close. She wonders how much he remembers, how much he knows.
// @CHITTERTONGUE
