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"Oh! The High Priestess." You dingbat! He won't know who that was! SunClan had been through a change, one she'd experienced first hand as a kit and had adjusted to much easier than those older than her or even for outsiders. To others, her mother was known as the leader of SunClan leader; to Flawedperspective, she was the High Priestess to the Sun God first and then her mother second. "Sorry, I mean Foxstar. It was quite gracious of her to give me the task." The polite way of saying, at least I have a purpose.
The brown tabby burst out laughing. It had been a while since he had heard that name, but of course she was a leader now, she'd always been ambitious and just a little bit crazy. "Foxstar, huh? Hope you're not my secret daughter," he joked, "my mate barely tolerated the first litter. Who is your father, anyway? Deal? Or is having another affair?" His whiskers twitched in amusement.
Daughter? What did he mean? "Condorstrike is my father. My mother has not had an affair, only previous lovers who have been unfortunate to pass before herself." At least that's what she'd always been told. Though she hardly knew any of the other kits outside her own litter. But they all knew she was a flawed kit of their mothers, choosing to stay away from here as most of the clan did. Flawedperpsective knew that it was why she sought no one out, especially her own family members. Her own mother ignored her unless she caused trouble, or showed signs of messing up then she just banished her to the graveyard until the mess she'd made was cleaned up.
Sparrowmark choked as his laughed died on his lips. How had he missed that tidbit? He knew his son had come here to be with the leader but he didn't know the leader had his kits already. Had it been that many moons since he changed clans? Time moved differently in StarClan and it felt like Condorstrike had only left a moon ago to be with his new mate. "Ah," he said, his voice sounding a little funny, "so you're my granddaughter."
She froze, one paw ready to strike the ground and yet caught mid air. Her? Was he sure he was talking about her of all cats? To be this StarClan cat's granddaughter seemed impossible. "That can't be. My father has always said his father was a disgrace and he never mentioned my grandmother." It was all Condorstriek had ever told her when she'd questioned about her grandparents, something many other kits had and she didn't. Flawedperspective had only been a kit at the time and her mother had scoffed her on the ears when she asked such a thing, claiming it to be rude to ask that of her parents and even went as far as to say that she should be grateful that she was even alive.
Sparrowmark laughed again, sorely, with effort. "Sounds like my son. Really, though, I'm the disgrace? He didn't do that much better for himself." He seemed to remember a few seconds too late this was Flawedperspective's parents he was talking about. "Your grandmother was a lovely cat, though. We met when we were so young and she would have been happy to spend her whole life with me. I was too. I would have." He sighed deeply through his nose. She deserved better.
“If that is true, than why have I never heard of you? You claim to have not been a disgrace as father says, but then who were you? I...” She really wanted to hear about her parents when they were young, of why the family seemingly spiraled and separated, who her grandmother was and so much more. But at the same time, she feared what her mother would think if she knew such information. Surely, Foxstar would not be pleased. Flawedperspective was torn, but her curiosity was winning. “I want to know it all. They have told me nothing and yet you are here. Your have been kind to me where no others have and I can’t see you as father has spoke of you briefly as.” Unknowingly, she’d admitted that her life wasn’t great telling him none were kind. It was true, though lately that had changed, but she wasn’t sure how longer Indigosight would remain as such.
