Secrets... Important Secrets~Frostie only, please

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    Coldpaw paced in front of the leader's den nervously. This was the day, she could feel it. The telling of The Secret was not going to be very easy, but she thought she was prepared - thanks to some perfectly timed conversations. She groomed her brown-tabby fur hurriedly, wanting to look at least presentable for the inevitable conversation that was coming shortly.


    She braced herself and walked in. "Crystalstar?"

    Crystalstar had been spending more and more time in her old den, though she was still very close to her kits and mate. Flicking her tail, she beckoned the apprentice to enter into her den. Never once did she take her eyes away from some organization she was doing. This den would never be her own again until she began to make it feel like home. Sure, nobody had messed with it while she was spending the majority of her time in the nursery. But still, it was just...different. Sighing, the leader turned her gaze to rest upon Coldpaw. "Yes, what is it?"

    Coldpaw shuffled her feet. "Uh... Crystalstar, I've got something to tell you..." The little she-cat was frightened and almost trembling. But then she toughened. What did she have to lose? She had no family or friends - or even mentor, and she decided to just spit it out. It proved to be harder than she'd thought, though. "I... uh, I - I don't believe in..."


    She couldn't do it. She would have to wait until there were direct questions to answer. This was too vague and broad for her. It was impossible. Her blue eyes started tearing up. She had thought she was strong enough to just get it over with...


    OOC: She don't believe in Starclan. XD

    Crystalstar blinked her hazel orbs at the apprentice, nodding her head slowly to indicate Coldpaw should continue. It appeared as if the young she-cat was building up a mass of courage; the leader wished the apprentice would simply spit it out, however. The virtue of patience had escaped Crystalstar, but she had been under this job for many moons now. It was clear that she had built up a certain sense of...patience and waiting.


    "Don't believe in what?" her voice held a gentle, warm touch. No matter what was ailing the she-cat, Crystalstar was confident they could work through it. Her gaze was trained specifically on the apprentice, waiting for her to continue her story. What could possibly so difficult to explain? A flash of pity flooded through the ice white she-cat; poor Coldpaw was pushed to the brink of tears. "Coldpaw, it's okay.." she purred softly, trying to reassure her.

    Coldpaw blinked, and one large, salty tear made a trail down her face. NO! she thought. You've NEVER cried before! Why now? She shook her head quickly to shake it off, then blurted out, "I don't believe in Starclan." There. It was out. Finally. Again, actually. It had only been spoken one other time, in front of a Windclan tom. Why a Windclan tom? She didn't know, only that he had been there for her. Well, not "been there for her" in a romantic way so much as a "he was sitting there eating and we started talking" way. Weird how words worked...


    But she was still upset. Granted, there probably wasn't a single Clan cat in the WORLD who didn't believe in Starclan. It was just frowned upon, silly as it was. She shifted her weight nervously. What's gonna happen? she wondered.

    Crystalstar's ear flicked, eyes widening in surprise. Coldpaw didn't believe in their warrior ancestors? How could that possibly be? "Coldpaw, what makes you not believe in StarClan?" the leader whispers, bemused. How was this situation going to be amended? It wasn't like a clear answer was going to arise from this...so what was she to do? Frowning, the leader let her gaze wander to the side. It wasn't as if she would ever kick the apprentice from their home simply for now believing something. It was important to believe in StarClan, but could she really force her? Crystalstar sighed softly. StarClan, what was she to do?

    "I just... don't. It seems stupid," Coldpaw said, ducking her head. "I mean, where's the science in a dead cat turning into a star?" She knew she was probably going to get in trouble for that one later, but it was true! "Dead cats just... rot."

    "How do explain Medicine Cats and Leaders speaking to StarClan then? How do you explain leader's getting nine lives?" Crystalstar wasn't angered, or anything. A bit unsettled, but not angered. Patiently, the leader stared down at the apprentice, waiting for her to answer.

    Coldpaw sighed. She had explained all of this to another cat before, but he - he was somehow different. He knew the science, knew why she doubted, knew it all - even though he was one of the strongest believers in Starclan that might exist. Somehow it was easier to talk to him than the leader of Thunderclan, the one who was well acquainted with "the brainwash cycle", as Coldpaw was fond of calling it.


    OOC: Not done, please don't post yet. ;D