The brown and white tom gave a small shrug, but offered the smokey pelted she-cat a small smile. "It would only ever be for that night, and that night is enough," he murmured. "And that will be enough for me." Moments of that night rushed back to him, smelling the marsh and feeling soft fur against his own coarse pelt.

Turning to the she-cat, he offered her a wry smile. "So what do you really think of my sister?" he asked with an arched brow.

He instantly noticed the change in the she-cats composure, unable to hide the chuckle that escaped his lips. He could only imagine Sunpetal with this sweet, stuttering she-cat; always leading the conversation and taking charge as Sunpetal normally did. That was one of the things that he had loved about her - he never really had to talk, she did enough of that for the both of them.

"With Sunfreckle," he sighed, pawing at the dirt underpaw for a moment, "it's always best to be honest with her. She is very strong-willed and will always let you know what's on her mind, but she is loyal and loving to the end. The only family I have really, and I wasn't given a choice in that." Vulturemalice's smile grew wider at that. Ratstar had never been a father to him, but had accepted that Sunpetal had brought the medicine cat into the folds of their family. "Once she chooses you, that's it. And from what I can tell, you're a good, sweet, loyal she-cat and she would be lucky to have you. Making your feelings known early on might be your best bet, she tends to glaze over others due to her ranting."

He had always imagined it just being him and Sun in the end, growing old next to each other and griping about one thing or another. He had never imagined the bright she-cat with a mate or a partner, but in his mind he could see a small shadow alongside their elderly forms, trailing along and being apart of their coversations.