"Or you might just send him to us to check whether he's been sneaking our catnip. I know Dustpaw's good at fighting, perhaps he could give Frogleap some pointers?" She chuckled softly. Imagine a warrior being taught by an apprentice? That'd definitely be interesting to watch.
"Robinflight might have a active imagination but he's not stupid," Creeksong put in, "Otherwise I've would have told him to stay away from our kit!"
"That would make him a great father too. One that would play with his kits and teach them well. Some toms practically have no contact with their kits whatsoever."
"Yep, like someone I know…." Marshtail said darkly, staring at Finchpaw.
"What do you mean?" Finchpaw cocked her head to the side, confused.
"He's thinking of your father, and his father…" Creeksong said, licking Marshtail on the head.
"What about my father? I mean, he always spent a lot more time with Dustpaw, but he's… okay.."
"Oh he dose?" Marshtail said, slightly confused, "Oh what, I'm mixing him up with my mentor Stormhawk… Oh well!"
"Oh, okay." Crowstripe was a very busy tom, but he still tried to spend time with his kits when he could. He was often given patrols to do, so he had quite a full schedule.
(Is Crowfeather elder and was he here the whole time? And why is he named after a Windclan warrior?)
"Too bad you father never really spent time with you." Marshtail snaped, curling his tail besides him.
(Sorry I typed it wrong ^^;, his name's actually Crowstripe. And he's actually fairly young for a parent, since these cats are based off my actually family and my parents are kinda young)
"It's fine." Finchpaw shrugged. "I guess it helped me become more independent?"
"Yeah, like Jaysong." He huffed, laying his head down to rest.
She nodded. "I'm not sure whether it's really a good thing or bad thing, since it makes accepting or asking for help quite difficult…"
"He means it in a bad way, dear," Creeksong whispered, nudging her grumpy mate.
"Yes…" Finchpaw was deep in thought, but eventually she decided to distract herself with wondering what her full name would be. Finchcall? Finchleaf? Finchfeather, Finchwing, Finchflight… None of them sound right…
"Why don't you talk to that lazy lump of a cat?" Marthtail blurted, glancing out the den.
"What? Jaysong? Or my father?" She was confused. Who could he be talking about?
"JAYSONG!!" Marshtail exclaimed. "So you think your father is a lazy lump of a cat?!"
(Is her father Crowstipe?)
(Yes)
"No! Of course not! I-I just thought you did, from what you said earlier…" Finchpaw looked away, feeling a bit guilty.
"Well go talk to him about 'how to get a female'," He muttered, "He's been bothering Whitefire and he has no flirting skills what so ever and I don't like it how he's annoying her! Go… Go, go, go, go, go, go, go." He stood up and pushed Finchpaw out the den, "Go help the dummy out!"
Finchpaw was startled by Marshtail's brashness, but went to find Jaysong anyways. "Er, hello, Jaysong. Marshtail wanted me to talk to you?"
The gray tabby tom turned to meet her gaze, but sadly it was blocked why the robin's wing that he was eating. "Errrr," Placing the bird down he greeted her, "Uh, hi Finchpaw, whats us?"
"He… h-he mentioned Whitefire, and asked me to, I dunno… Give you advice? Or something?" She looked away, a bit embarrassed. Does he really think I know anything about flirting? I'm a medicine cat, for Starclan's sake!
"Uh, ok??" He looked very much confused and a little disappointed, "Who told you to give me advice?"