Everything part of the story-teller's body ached in protest, urging the russian blue tom back to the comforts of his den, but the ex-warrior had grown antsy of napping away his days. Aside from that, he could hear Fawnheart's words nag at him to get more exercise. The story-teller's sapphire blue eyes gazed the busy camp and he couldn't help but let out a distasteful grunt. Far too many cats for his taste out and about at this time, but he proceeded anyway, slowly making his way through the camp. Some of the cats he passed offered small acknowledgements of respects or friendly "good mornings", but the grumpy story-teller barley acknowledged him, only offering the smallest of nods before making his way towards the fresh kill pile.

A sudden bump at his leg caused his aged heart to bounce hard against his chest, unaware that a rather small figure had made her way towards him "Watch where you are goin-" He began to scold, looking down to see the flame-pointed Siamese. The familiar sight made his heart race to a different beat. "You must be Blossomkit." His tone melted suddenly, his words soft and abnormally gentle as he took in the small kit with extreme interest. He had heard the news of Beedust's delivery, but had yet the opportunity to see the kits for himself, but the kit's unique blue eyes were familiar, too familiar.

Sapphiresmoke shook his head, as to snap him out of past memories. This kit was not Blossomflight, despite donning her pretty blue eyes. He watched as the young kit took a deep bow, forcing a scoff of surprise to escape his mouth. It seems as though the younger generation still had some level of respect. The sight was oddly endearing.

"Sapphiresmoke." The story-teller spoke up, his name rolling off his tongue proudly. "You seem to be very knowledgeable in your manners." He huffed, sitting back against his haunches which protested in aching pain, but he ignored it, having been used to the aging pains for a while now. It was no surprise to see such a well mannered kitten come from a rather diplomatic and well-mannered leader like Thistlestar. "Your parents are teaching you well."

Everything about the kit's manners and spirit was reminiscent of Blossomflight. The similarity was both frightening and wondrous. "You are your grandmother's granddaughter, no doubt." Sapphiresmoke laughed softly, his eyes softening as memories of the past distracted him for a slight moment. The excitement that warrior would have had to see her grandchildren. The thought made the russian blue tom sad. She was far too young when she passed away. He remembered that day well. It came as a shock to all of Springclan, especially him.

The touching notion surprised the older cat, his beautiful blue eyes wide as he took in the small figure at his paws. Her words were touching and genuine, making the old man's heart melt. He never had kits, nor was he interested, but moments like this almost made him feel regretful of that decision.

"You want to hear about your grandmother?" He asked, his tail flickering in a small show of amusement. He looked away for a moment, a pensive look across his expression as he thought of his old friend "Where to start..." He murmured quietly, thinking hard on the the hazy memories before finding the oldest one "I met her when she was a kit, probably around your age." His words were followed by a soft laugh "I had been an apprentice for a while already, nearing my warrior ceremony when your grandmother tumbled her way out of the nursery and into the apprentice den. I was sleeping, tired I think from training for the day when suddenly I felt tiny jabs at my side-" He mimicked the jabs, nudging Blossomkit over and over again teasingly, prodding her hard enough to make her almost fall over, but soft enough that it didn't hurt "I thought 'Who is trying to start a fight with me? Starclan help the cat that is interrupting my nap' and when I opened my eyes I saw a light colored Siamese kit with big blue eyes the color of cornflowers." He laughed as the memory became clearer "She was looking for a new playmate, her litter mates were being to rough If I recall correctly." He thought hard. The reason could have been wrong, he couldn't quite remember but he went along with it. It was something Blossomflight would have done anyways "Your grandmother was a lover, not a fighter, always being careful and caring of those around her."

Sapphiresmoke smiled down at the kit, taking in her perspective with interest. "No Blossomkit, it isn't silly to wish for peace." The elder spoke kindly "But you can't discredit the importance of fighting. A true warrior doesn't fight to start battles, they fight to defend their loved ones, the clan and the code. It is the way we can protect everything that we cherish in the world." Sapphiresmoke smiled at the kit, noting the remaining concern "Right now, it is in all fun and games. You are all still so young, enjoy the time you have now before you turn into a rickety old ball of fur like me and have to deal with achy limbs and boring afternoons alone."