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It only takes one mistake to change not only one life but many. It's like a domino affect that tips you over and causes a chain reaction that you cannot stop; no matter how you chase the tumble of pieces in hopes to catch that one that would stop it from tumbling the rest of them over you never are able to catch it. Silverburr didn't realize he had tipped that scale over to start the chain. Not until that fateful day he spotted the young apprentice; it was no coincidence he knew it in his gut. The way it turned and twisted inside of his stomach and the way his heart dropped and pounded in the cage of his ribs that threatened to burst from his chest. He hadn't thought about it until he'd seen him. A bomb shell that shook his world. That one mistake that took his once young and eager paws from camp and met that wild spitfire loner; she was everything he wasn't. She didn't judge him for how he looked and seemed more than fascinated to talk about his problems. She was beautiful and adventurous; living the life that he envied back then. He thought if he could let go for one night he'd be able to go back to camp and forget about it after taking a taste of the freedom he could have had. Only he hadn't realized that the taste of freedom he had was later coming back to haunt him in the form of a Treeclanner that was on the wrong side of the border. 

Silverburr stood there staring hazily across the border into Treeclan's side wondering if Glacierpaw had forgotten about him or not. He had come off a bit strong last time they met trying to tell him or try to get information that the tom didn't know. Silverburr didn't know why he was trying so hard to get the truth. He wasn't ready to be a father let alone to a tom that had been raised in another clan. A son he had no idea about for so many moons. He didn't expect the mini him to accept Silverburr as his father and he didn't expect him to hop over the boarder to change clans just to get to know his birth father. The silver dappled tom knew that right off the bat. He just prayed that he would at least accept the facts and forgive him; give him a chance at least. A chance to do what though? Silverburr wasn't quiet sure himself. 

Shaking his head the lanky warrior turned and began walking on the side of the border; sniffing and marking the border where he deemed it needed strengthening. He paused when he heard the sound of pawsteps and frowned scenting the air but couldn't catch anything unusual so he went on his way again and found a rock by the stream that he leaped up on with no problem and laid down to soak in the sun; eyes closed and enjoying the peacefulness; up until he sensed he was being watched and his eyes snapped over staring straight at a mirrored pair across the stream.

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The first night after his vigil, Glacierspring had slept soundly and only dreamed right before he was to wake up. In his dream, he stood in the Open Woods and whenever he walked past a tree, instead of seeing brown bark, he saw himself, as if the trees were mirrors. One of his reflections opened its mouth to speak, and it was at that moment Glacierspring awoke and his day began.

He had not given the LightningClan tom, Silverburr, much thought after that one encounter back in early spring. He had become a warrior sometime after that and much of his thoughts were occupied with new warrior stuff. He had given Silverburr a passing thought after his dream, wondering if StarClan had sent it to him for a reason. He discussed it with Timberfrost, a warrior he had grown up knowing and respecting, but she had simply told him that it didn't matter, he was TreeClan. He had not seen the warrior since and had not sought him out, so the LightningClanner faded from thought. Glacierspring focused on his tasks as a warrior. Although he had received his name, being Pumafang's apprentice had not gone away. His mentor trusted him with assignments, and Glacierspring became intimately familiar with TreeClan's forest at night to the point where he often slept through the day like some kind of NightClan cat. His hobbies (rare! -- but he did have some) came second to his duties. He still had to keep up his hunting despite all of Pumafang's missions for him.

At the moment, he held a small coney in his jaws, and not even the rabbit's blood in his mouth could distract him from the overwhelmingly strong scent wafting in from the LightningClan border. As a tom, he felt the burdening urge to mark it himself and suppress the scent. Glacierspring found himself at the LightningClan border before he knew it. Quickly marking at his side of the stream, he kicked at grass, his long ears bending strangely alongside an equally strange head. Glacierspring made to move along when he caught movement on the other side of the border. He stood still, keeping his prey close and staring at the challenger on the other side. He usually did not let himself be seen, moving as fast as the wind, but he could afford to ease up on this part of the border. Besides, he wasn't on a mission right now.

This time, he was not visibly surprised by the mirror image coiled upon the stream rock. Glacierspring had grown since the last time he'd seen Silverburr. He was a warrior now, although he hadn't been far from his warrior name when they'd last met, and his well-trained figure seemed polished and chiseled out of stone. His form, muscled and ermine-furred, was as long as a fox, just as beautiful as it was dangerous. His left ear was marred. His fur grew jaggedly across the rift and the myriad of other scars and nicks. Pumafang's training had kept the tom's stoicism. No emotions were cast upon his face; he could as well been named Glaciermask.

It's you... his eyes said while they stared at Silverburr, and his long-haired tailtip lashed. He slowly let his prey down on the ground between his paws and lifted his head high, looking more kingly than his sisters could ever achieve with their snobbiness. "All is well," he uttered formally, despite being in a patrol of one. "The patrol reports no change toward LightningClan." Ever obedient, he proposed the border challenge, hiding how tired he was and hoping the border would not be pushed, hoping that he would not be pushed.

TAGGED FOR Fae Magic with mr. so guilty silverburr
OOC new glace table

[Fae Magic]

He watched him completely silent and still. Had he grown that much more since he'd last seen him? He wanted so badly to say something to him; to just blurt out the truth that set heavy in his heart. But, Owlmind's words haunted him. No matter his blood...they were loyal and true to their own clans and nothing could become of their relationship. Even if Glacierpaw...or whatever his new name was accepted the truth and what came with it. If he told him...would he hate him? Would he deny it and run or deny it outright and think he was crazy? Silverburr didn't know. But he knew he was going to walk away from this encounter with a heavy heart; and it wasn't going to be an easy task to get over. He'd never imagined himself to be someone who wanted a family someday but looking at his own flesh and blood across the stream from him he knew that...yes, he did want a family. He'd missed out on Glacierspring life because he didn't even know he had existed up until now. But it was far too late for ammends and far too late for anything to happen between them to even begin to make a father and son bond. He understood rather with a very heavy heart to admit it. 
When Glacierspring spoke up he cleared his throat and gave a nod to him in return. "I did not come out here to bother. There are no problems here with Treeclan, no worries. I actually...came out here to think and well...I was hoping to run into you by some stroke of luck." or bad luck for their case for what he was going to tell him later.

"You've grown since we last time we met. Have you received your warrior name yet? You look far too big to be an apprentice anymore." he commented sitting himself back down on his rock and watching him from across the water that divided their borders.

He wanted to get back on track. To tell him how he felt and what he knew of him. But, he was back tracking; stalling for more time to talk to him because he knew when he finally said those words there would be a cavern of space between them and Silverburr would have to give up his wild thoughts and dreams about the other and what they could become. He was a fool he knew that but he wanted nothing more then to just...let it all out and tell him everything but he didn't know how without scaring off the other. It hurt. Owlmind's words hurt. But in the end he knew that Glacier was loyal to Treeclan for the very reason that they took him in when Silverburr didn't even know he existed. There was no turning back from such a life and such a fate. The warriors who raised Glacier had Silverburr's thanks for raising him so well. His pale eyes stared back at his son with a heaviness in his heart before he looked away and own the river. 

"In all honesty I was hoping to run into you...I needed to speak with you about what I had asked last time we met. About that loner named Moon that I mentioned before." he took a breath. "Have you heard about her by chance?" he wanted to know if Glacier had even thought about Silverburr or the strange loner he mentioned at their last visit. If he had ever crossed his mind or completely forgotten; because it would be the result of how the younger silver tabby reacted to Silverburr's next words. With bated breath he waited for his reply. Did he find anything out or did he simply forget because it was a request of another clan member that he did not trust?

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On a normal cat, their brow muscles would have drawn together with a scrutinizing expression, but Glacierspring's face did not give himself away like another warrior would. "It has been a while...," he said finally after analyzing Silverburr. The other tom, unlike himself, had not changed in the slightest, still looking like his own reflection except for their tails. "I am a warrior now. My name is Glacierspring," he responded. He placed his paws in front of his rabbit, concealing his prey. He wondered why Silverburr had stopped him. Glacierspring had no intention of making friends or treating him like anything other than a LightningClan cat. He would not be discourteous, of course, for beneath his armor, he had compassion and wouldn't be unkind. But if this tom was thinking of persuading him to come to LightningClan or leave TreeClan behind at all, Silverburr had another thing coming.

"I don't see an apprentice with you. Wouldn't your Clan get suspicious to see you around this border so much... just to think?" Glacierspring spoke with an even tone that made his question sound like a statement. Silverburr confessed that he was hoping he'd run into him and needed to speak with him about what they'd talked about. "No. She never came back for me when I was still a kit. I was told not to dwell on her. I did ask for you though." Glacierspring tilted his head. "It's too dangerous to wander the mountainside anyway, just to look for a loner. You're not thinking of trying it, are you?" Technically, Silverburr could stay outside of TreeClan's territory and go up the forested mountain slopes, but a cat alone versus Demon would end up no better than a worm against the robin.

TAGGED FOR Fae Magic with mr. so guilty silverburr
OOC I have this other character named Pebble whose mom was captured by rogues who lived in the mountains above NightClan territory and she was born in captivity. If you want Glacier's mom to be playable/adoptable, maybe she could've been captured by those rogues and kept in a cave like Pebble's mom?

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He was grown up; he looked bigger then the last time he saw him. He realized why though when he responded back mentioning that he had become a warrior; ah, that was good. Kind of placed another splinter in his heart at the though of what he was going to have to say and do at the end of this conversation. He had to say what he had on his mind and then walk away...to leave the young warrior behind to live his life in the clan that raised him. He didn't like that thought but he understood; there was nothing Silverburr could do on the matter at hand and Owlmind had been right. It was far too late to fix or start anything with the Treeclanner. Their loyalties laid where they were and they would not have what had been taken from them. He found himself nodding to him as he listened to him speak and gave a small smile at what sounded at an almost concerned comment about the fact the silver tom came to the border a little too often to not go unnoticed. He gave a shoulder shrug and looked down the current of water that seperated between them. 

"I do indeed have an apprentice. I gave Briarpaw a day off; she's been training hard. We have...lost her previous mentor so she had been assigned to me to finish training. We are doing just fine but she still is adjusting to me as I am with her." he commented as he laid back down on the rock before he thought better of it and jumped down from it to come to the edge of the water to look at the image reflection of the tom before him.

"Thank you for asking about her for me. I know it was a rather odd request coming from a stranger from another clan. I do appreciate it; I myself looked into the matter in hopes to find something. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to physically find her as it had been many...many moons ago." he took a breath and then looked down at his paws with a frown thinking on how he should tell the other of his findings.

"I know this will sound so ridiculous and you are free to not believe me at all. I know this story coming from another clanner isn't something that you would have reason to believe. But if you think back to it maybe you'll realize and realize in you're gut that what I am about to tell you is true. I also understand nothing will come from this information that I'm about to share to you and I don't expect it to. But, ever since I first saw you those moons ago you're fact and that night is all I could think about so I rather tell you what happened and you may do with the information that I give you as you please." He settled himself down by the water and sat up straigherer; there was nothing to hide and there would be nothing to leave out when telling this, even so Silverburr made sure to look the young tom in the eyes as he spoke up the next words.

"Many moons ago when I was a young warrior no older then you I met the she-cat loner that I spoke about named Moon. Foolish as I was back then and desperate for love and acceptance we spent a rather interesting night together." he stared the other down. 

"16 Moons ago to be exact. From what I can tell you aren't older then that...are you?" he knew the answer already. 16 moons ago he's had an affair with a loner and she had his kits and 16 moons later he found one of those kits. He'd done his research and gotten his answers. 

"I do not know if she had any others besides you...I haven't found out about that yet. But, it's not a coincidence that you were randomly brought to Treeclan as a kit Glacierspring. I am not asking for forgiveness and I'm not asking for a start to becoming a father you deserve. But, I had to tell you as my selfish way to make peace with what happened all that time ago." he looked down at his paws before standing up.

"Take this information as you will; I only wanted to tell you because I know you deserve to know the truth." he shrugged lamely before giving a big sigh and looked back at the other. 

"So bottom line of this story....I'm you're father by blood...I am not you're father by bond though of course as you have made you're home in Treeclan. I am glad you are growing up to be a great warrior and I pray to Starclan that you have a fulfilling life. Treeclan will forever be you're home and I am grateful for them to have taken you in and raised you when I myself was not even aware of you're existence." he gave him a bow of his head and a small smile. 

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Glacierspring shifted his weight to his left side as his wedge-shaped head jerked downward, his way of giving Silverburr his condolences over the death of another cat. His eyes watched Silverburr's movements however, following to the rock and then to the edge of the water. The silver tom opposite him continued on about the loner. For a moment, Glacierspring closed his eyes and tried to remember what his mom-cat was like. It was such a long time ago; most of what was imprinted on him was his mother's warmth and the sweet taste of her milk. He remembered just two bodies on either side of him, and then there was just one beside him.

"You're right. It's been many moons. She's probably long gone by now." He shrugged, expecting no less from a wandering clan-less loner. The she-cat could've changed her name and disappeared into another part of the Valley. As Silverburr's preamble of "I know this will sound so ridiculous..." began, Glacierspring directed his olive gaze upon the tom. He stared unmoved throughout his monologue.

"...No," he said simply. He was not older than that. "And there are no others in TreeClan." And he guessed there were no cats his age in LightningClan, or Silverburr would not have been so surprised at the sight of him. "If it makes you feel better, I don't hold any of this against you. I still became a strong warrior without having parents. Having a Clan means every clanmate shapes who you are.

"I accept your peace. May we never come across each other in battle," Glacierspring murmured, returning Silverburr's bow but not his smile. "Have you fallen in love again? Do you have other kits on the way?"

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OOC i'm glad silver was able to come clean :)

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He had not blinked or spoken through his tale. He did not seem surprised or hurt or...anything really. He seemed like he did not care or he was rather good at not showing his emotions on the matter. He did not yell or deny the story. His reaction actually surprised Silverburr which kind of showed on his face. He was happy that the other did not hate him and that he allowed the older warrior to have his peace without saying anything back although he didn't know what he had expected the other to say to him to start with when it came to hearing the truth from him. Did he act the way he did because he did not believe him? Or was there just nothing left to say on the matter because fact was fact? The silver dappled tom cocked his head at the other and gave a nod of thanks. 

"I thank you for not...well hating me. Even if you do...I rather not know and think that you accept what you heard and let it go. Fact is fact and that's all there is too it." he sighed softly. His question of his relationship status surprised him but perhaps it came from needing to know  what other kin he may have had. 

iving a rather sheepish smile he shook his head, "no..I dont have a mate or other kits. I sort of threw myself into my daily duties to not think about love...maybe I don't deserve love...there was someone I had a fondness of but um...he didnt feel the same so I just stopped trying. Now I have an apprentice to think about...no she-cat or tom has had a liking to me unfortunately; granted I haven't actually been looking all too hard. I'll die alone but I'm okay with that." he shrugged looking away. Even if it led him a life of loneliness.

He looked back at the young warrior and cleared his throat. "You do got some aunts and uncles though...I got two sisters named Coralmist and Swanflight. And Brambletongue my brother. They are the only family I got..." he muttered thinking about his siblings and how happy they were compared to him. He wished he'd spoken to them more since they became warriors. 

"And yourself? Have you someone you're interested in Treeclan? Any grandkits I should know about in the making?" he asked casually wondering about Glaciersprings life. would the other tom allow him an insight or was this conversation about to go nowhere? What else was there left to say? They were from two different clans...not a social gathering.

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It was unfortunate that Silverburr's clan had not been the one to find the long-legged tom, seemingly a changeling child of deer instead of cats. That unknown silvery boy might have had a normal kithood, surrounded by kits whose features resembled his and by queens who didn't want to raise him a mere tool, a prop to hold up their own idolized children. He would have had a different apprenticeship too, for there were no cats like Pumafang. Mistylight had taken a compassionate child and twisted his obedience into slavery. Pumafang had taken a slave and made him into a scythe. The long curved blade had no room for pause, only acceptance of the matter at hand and the ruthless will to eliminate any obstacle in its way.

Silverburr never stood a chance. There was nothing the tom could say that could change Glacierspring's fate, and the stoic warrior was never one for theatric reactions anyway. As Silverburr spoke "think that you accept what you heard and let it go", his long nose dipped in acquiescence. Fact was fact.

"I see. There are no others for me to meet," Glacierspring replied. He filed it away, telling himself that Silverburr would be the only one to let go once. He wouldn't be compromised by looking for the others Silverburr spoke of, but he did tilt his head at the tom's fatalistic approach. Was love really such a one and done deal? What was love about anyway?

"I--" Glacierspring grimaced slightly in confusion. Grandkits?! The teenager's tail puffed out in an unusually sharp show of emotion, one that didn't reach his face whatsoever. "I don't have an idea of what that means," he finally confessed. "Being interested in. Loving." He made a shrugging gesture with his flowy tail. "And you're telling me the moment I do, kits just come out of nowhere?" He'd never been present at a kitting nor had he really paid attention to that at that age when he'd been in the nursery.

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OOC i am dying at this take on the birds and the bees.

[Fae Magic]

Beauty is a joy that forever increases
It will never pass into nothingness

Ah, so the young warrior did have feelings after all and here Silverburr thought he was talking to some brick wall or something. Glacierspring didn't seem like one to show much emotions as far as the older dappled male had seen which he understood; Glacierspring was not used to Silverburr and they were from two different clans with a thin line of peace treaty between the two clans. But at the mention of kits and lovers the young warrior seemed to get confused and even flustered which actually amused the other and he tipped his head sideways in a curious gesture as he examined the mini him sitting across the stream. This would be an interesting conversation indeed. Trying not to laugh as he opened his mouth to speak he had to cough twice before composing himself enough to reply to him.

"You haven't had the 'talk' yet have you? That's rather surprising. What are they teaching you in Treeclan anyways if it's not basic nature." he hid his smile before looking away from the male to look at the sky trying to find a good way of putting it without embarrassing himself or the other.

"So, love does exist. There are a few forms of love that exist actually. There is platonic love that you share with family and a second form of platonic relationship would be for your friends. Then there is the not so platonic relationship between cats usually male and female....They hold more of a romantic love for each other...Those who have that kind of love for each other usually decide to have kits together. Kits aren't brought to us by storks unlike some people tell kits growing up...when a she-cat and tom love each other in a romantic way they will couple together to get the she-cat to bare kits." he explained glancing at him.

"Usually it's rather intimate and only the two of them. Nowadays it's more modern and pairings don't have to be of the opposite gender but the couple with the same gendered relationship obviously cannot have children physically." he squinted "You don't have a female that you are interested in romantically? Romantically they will become mates later on and bare children together. But since you are not aware of that part my guess is there is not someone out there that you fancy romantically?" he gave more of a questioning look.

"no tom or she-cat that caught your eye? No one out there that makes you feel giddy on the inside when you think of them or someone who makes you laugh and smile uncontrollably when your with them and no one that makes you happy just by existing? Someone who you'd do anything for and they would do anything for you or protect and fight for their honor. That's one way of describing romance." he stated before looking down at the water curiously at his own reflection; talking about that made him realize he himself did not have someone like that in his life and he wondered if he ever would find someone. Love was love in the end anyways.

Shaking his head he looked back at the smaller tom "Are you seriously telling me Treeclan doesn't have anyone near your age? I mean you don't have to find romance right away but still...are there none your age you've even looked at?" he didn't imagine being the only younger aged tom around.

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One of Glacierspring's massive ears swung wide as Silverburr questioned what they were teaching him in TreeClan. The striped tom made it seem like this was important information, but the question was what exactly was this information and how did it matter? He supposed the creation of kits was why it was important, and Glacierspring realized that he had never considered the thought. He hadn't had a good kithood himself and he was no she-cat to produce them. All of his being was devoted to TreeClan, more specifically Pumafang. He was a weapon of the Clan and only gave thought to its defense, not its propagation. Kits always seemed to appear on their own, without any thought given by him, so he had never really considered that there needed to be a creative force behind their arrival.

He was surprised at Silverburr's long-winded explanation about the whole thing. It seemed like he'd been filled up to burst with more info about love than about the fact he was Glacierspring's father. But, he supposed the man would have more knowledge about that, since he'd fallen for the she-cat who had become Glacierspring's mother. Silverburr explained about coupling, and while Glacierspring didn't understand the euphemism, he realized that they must have taken a moonlit walk together and created him and his litter. To be honest, Glacierspring was more interested in the different types of love than what it took to create kittens.

How was he to know what he was interested in when emotions did not rule him? What were the qualifications? Made him feel giddy on the inside? Laugh and smile? Happiness just being in their presence? Silverburr's face was directed at the water, but Glacierspring's was lifted to the canopies, his eyes widening the more his father continued. Someone'd I'd do anything for, someone I'd protect and fight for their honor. There was no question he'd do that for anyone in TreeClan, but instantly, a white face sprang to mind, with downy-soft features and gentle blue eyes. The tom who had been a consistent feature in his apprenticeship, and who Glacierspring missed dearly now that he'd been promoted without him. Asterpaw was deaf, after all; he required far more training than the average cat.

Glacierspring flicked an ear. "The cats closest in age to me are the she-cats who shared their mother with me when I was taken in, and there would be no kits from us." He did not like to lie, but he could not forget Silverburr was LightningClan and so he would not tell the tom about his deaf friend, for it would be giving away one of TreeClan's weaknesses in a way. "There are other apprentices I grew up alongside, but I would have to re-examine our interactions. I spent my apprenticeship training, not... not considering any of that you just said." Glacierspring's tail vibrated in a flustered gesture.

He let the silence stretch between them briefly. "I keep my distance, if you couldn't tell... I think I am too busy for romance. A warrior's duties are rarely done." Did he inherit that workaholicism from his father?

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OOC if you're using impact font, it is really tough to read on my laptop. maybe try verdana, arial, or tahoma for text instead?

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Beauty is a joy that forever increases
It will never pass into nothingness

It was rather easy to forget that Glacierspring and Silverburr from two different clans. But here was the older look alike acting like they were old buddies or something; sitting there talking freely with each other about their clans. Perhaps yet another secret they must keep silent and share together. But, the other did not seem to keen to leave just yet; that said something that he was curious about Silverburr and granted the older warrior was going to take full advantage of it. His green eyes lifted from the water and it's surface that showed his reflection to the living and breathing reflection standing on the other side of the water barrier. His ears perked curiously as he took in his words and he frowned slightly and tilted his head. He of course, didn't expect the thought of the other sharing feelings for the siblings that grew up with him even if they shared different mothers. He hummed and gave a playful smirk. 

"You say that as if there isn't someone you have in mind...but you only mentioned she-cats of you're clan you're age...you didn't say anything about toms." he smirked knowingly. Granted, he didn't fully know if his son was into toms or not but the fact that he didn't say anything about the toms of the clan he lived in had something to say in it's own right. 

At the thought of why Glacierspring didn't look into romance was rather....deja-vu feeling. Silverburr was the very idealist when it came to working your butt off for the clan. That was his motto as long as he could remember after his tryst with the loner. He'd ground himself to focusing only on his clan and their needs instead of himself; he told himself he did that so that he wouldn't make the mistake of betraying his clan like he had with the loner she-cat. But, he didn't even think that Glacierspring was being used for the clan. The younger warrior didn't seem to give off any bad vibes when it comes to something like that. A frown slowly etched their way into his features and he peered over at the younger tom and sighed. 

"Glacierspring, be honest with me. You have no reason to lie to me and I understand if you do not trust me enough to speak truthfully on the matter and business of you're clan. I won't ask about that but...I do need to know, are you okay? Are you happy in Treeclan?...you grew up there but it doesn't always mean it's you're home you know? I'm not trying to ask you to join Lightningclan, that's not what this is about...I'm just...can I be so selfish as to say I'm worried about you? Just from the short interactions today...I'm suspecting that you don't get much interaction with Treeclan...either they won't let you or you don't want to...whatever the case maybe. But, being a workaholic so young won't do you any good and you miss out on life...trust me I know because I was like that too...in all honesty, if I hadn't found you I would still have that mindset." he admitted with a soft frown and looked down at his paws.

He knew he didn't have the right to act like a worried father after he hadn't even known his own kit's existence. After this day; after they parted ways would Glacierspring think of Silverburr or would their interaction and conversation melt away like nothing in his mind once he focused back on his clan? He worried for the younger tom...the fact he didn't mention interactions with his own age group let alone knowing the meaning of love scared him. What were they teaching the young silver tom over there? An irritating itch crossed his skin and he shifted uncomfortable on his paws as he looked up towards the other tom.

"Answer truthfully...why don't you focus on social interactions instead of training and work so much?..." he questioned. Would the other be so inclined to answer him or would he just brush him off? He wanted to ask so many questions but feared the other's reaction. This wasn't a..not a real social gathering so he feared Glacierspring getting uncomfortable or scared of Silverburr from how close or how much he pushed and abandon whatever it was they were creating right then.

"What of the she-cat you grew up with...do you have a good relationship with them?" he pressed a little more desperately wanting to be reassured that Glacierspring wasn't just okay living in Treeclan but...happy. He didn't know why he wanted it so badly because frankly he didn't have the right to try and shove himself into the other's life after finding out their blood link. But, Starclan will it Silverburr was worried and scared for the other the more he spoke about Treeclan

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A muted shrug rolled across Glacierspring's slender shoulders; he was already a stoic sort but this time he had to rely on his ninja-like training to not give anything away to this cat, even if he was his father. "There's nothing about toms either," he lied. He wasn't the best at lying, but the good thing was that this wasn't really a lie. There weren't many toms his age either. Glacierspring had been unique and quite isolated, an iceberg floating in the sea. And he liked it that way, or at least he told himself that and it worked out well for him.

As Silverburr spoke for a while, Glacierspring indulged him by listening despite Timberfrost saying he shouldn't. Yet, as Silverburr continued, Glacierspring wondered if Timberfrost had the right idea. He didn't quite like the thought of this tom trying to dissuade him from his duties toward his Clan. The silveret's huge ears swung out to the side; although his face didn't show it, it meant he was displeased and suspicious. His head tilted. He took a step backward, away from Silverburr and the tiny stream between them.

"It's the only thing I know," he replied. "It is my duty." He did not want to explain how his foster queen had forced him to wait upon her children like a manservant, nor how Pumafang had been able to salvage him from weakness into something sharp and strong. He took a step further back when Silverburr suddenly brought up Rosedawn and Cherrydance. "No," Glacierspring said with sudden sharp, cold clarity. His willowy tail lashed as he whipped away. "It's their fault--no, nevermind! I'm going."

He leapt up to higher ground atop some tree roots, staring down at the tom who could've been his reflection. "Let's... let's not meet again like this, Silverburr. I cannot have you doubting my duty any longer." He turned his head away and did not linger, but dashed away as fast as a startled deer.

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OOC ruh-roh.... glacierspring's angsty about his past. i'm gonna end the thread here. sorry i took a month to reply.