Private Thread A Song Heard By The Bay

Courage is doing what is right, even when nobody is watching.

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It had been a little while since Goosesong had been given Stormpaw to mentor, and he wasn't in the room to complain at all, he adored mentoring, but Stormpaw seemed rather easy to switch moods, of which he accommodated for, but did not make the training any easier to match them, the skill level remained the same and so did the training, that was how his mentor taught him anyway. 

It wasn't the most pleasant of days to be out on a walk, but there could be much worse days. It was then that pawsteps made their way to his ears and the massive silver tom flicked his ear, his dull gaze flicking over to the sleek black coat of the figure that had yet to notice him. Though he did notice that the warrior was looking towards the border with a gaze that was seeking out a cat that was not there.

Goosesong raised a brow and flicked his tail in fascination before finally speaking to catch the attention of the night colored WindClan warrior. "Is there something you might be looking for?" Goosesong meowed, his intention kind and helpful, but his tone portrayed nothing but a stoic demeanor that matched his day to day look, it was rare to see this warrior smile and today he didn't prepare for that type of interaction. "Or is there something on RiverClan border that I have failed to see?"

Courage is doing what is right, even when nobody is watching.

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Courage is doing what is right, even when nobody is watching.

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Goosesong's gaze did not soften, but much rather became unreadable, hiding his thoughts behind a narrow eyed aqua gaze. "I won't speak of it" Goosesong replied, he did agree that having friendships from other clans was not forbidden, but disloyalty was, Goosesong was always told that RiverClan was best above all other clans by his mother, but he assumed Bayflower was told similar ideals. "But I would stay wary of this friendship, while not forbidden, if you were to meet in battle, there could be a question of loyalty between you and this warrior friend of yours" 

The silver pelted tom's large white paws rested peacefully against the snow sodden fur, flicking one of his tufted ears. "I don't discourage it, but I am loyal to my clan and will not be involved in something that may be a betrayal of loyalty, I'm sure you and many others would agree, or at least pause to think about that" the tom's striped pelt blew in the breeze for a moment, he let his words rest in the air for a moment. But with a sigh, he thought he should give some sense of introduction, as this conversation already went longer than he would have liked.

"I am called Goosesong, I'm one of the senior warriors of my clan" The silver tabby meowed, holding his status with a sense of pride and most importantly honor. He was more than honored to be one of Boldstar's chosen to be within his inner circle, before his father was even considered no less, though, in truth, in the next 20 moons or so, he assumed Stoneclaw would be making it to the elders den anyway. "And you are?"

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you.

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Goosesong's gaze didn't falter, his aquamarine eyes fixed onto the dark tom before him, focusing on every twitch of their muscles and every rise and fall of their breath. It may have seemed a little paranoid, but he didn't know which cats were threats, so any skepticism is reasonable skepticism. "Some cats may get the wrong idea, I'd hope your loyalty stays with your clan. It is an obligation" The massive silver tabby twitched his nose instinctively, this cat carried no strange or unknown scents, and their claws were sheathed, so his nerves of an attack were eased.

"Bayflower... I've seen you at gatherings" Goosesong responded, his unreadable expression faltered to one of subtle curiosity and a hint of fascination "The most recent one, there had been kits announced and apprentices made into warriors, you can send my congratulations to those clanmates" He nodded out of respect, it is always means for respect when a she-cat gives birth to future warriors, contributing to the clan in any way they can, he had a lot of respect for Otterwhisker in that way.

Deciding it was not worth his energy to continue keeping  his guard up, Goosesong sat down comfortably on his paws, he had sprained one of his paws a few moons back, but it was as if it had never happened, as his paws were sturdy and well-built. "You're delight is mutual, though.." Goosesong meowed, trailing off for a moment. "Keep your meeting with cats with other clans to a minimum, other cats may not be so understanding"

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you.

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Goosesong's gaze remained steady as he watched Bayflower settle down beside him, the WindClan warrior’s playful challenge met with a slight quirk of his whiskers. His calm, stoic demeanor rarely wavered, but the faintest hint of amusement flickered in his dull aqua eyes at Bayflower's rebellious tone. "What I say are suggestions" The burly tom meowed, his voice rather gruff, but not as menacing as it was prior. "I'm not telling you to do anything"

"Can do what you want, huh?" he rumbled, his voice deep and measured. "That’s a dangerous mindset for a warrior, you know." There was no edge to his words, just the weight of experience behind them. Goosesong stretched his paws out in front of him, sinking into a more relaxed posture while keeping his focus on Bayflower. "We all answer to someone, even when we think we don’t."

The silver tabby flicked his tail slowly, gesturing toward the river that divided their clans, its steady current reflecting the quiet stillness between them. "But if you think you’re ready to shoulder those consequences, be my guest." His tone was not condescending, more reflective, as though he were speaking from personal experience rather than lecturing, as well as a hint of underlying amusement in his tone, as if he was running with the playful tone he had been given. "Just don’t forget where you come from and who depends on you."

He paused, letting his words settle in the air between them, his gaze still fixed on Bayflower. Goosesong wasn’t here to scold or belittle; he’d seen enough cats try to outrun their responsibilities, thinking they could bend the rules without breaking. "Besides" he added after a moment, his voice softening slightly, "a warrior with ambition like yours will go far, but only if you listen to others and decide what is right for you." There was no challenge in his tone, just a quiet certainty that came from years of navigating the complexities of Clan life. Goosesong didn’t mind Bayflower’s playful defiance. If anything, it reminded him of his younger self. But ambition needed balance, and the senior warrior knew the value of patience, even if it sometimes came off as stern advice.

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you.

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