Wolfheart awoke to a familiar, almost long forgotten voice. At first, the Deputy's blurry vision processed the figure as Nightstar, but when she took a closer look she realized it was he's beloved leader's mom, Darkstar. At first, Wolfheart thought it was just a dream of her old leader and mentor, and then she realized that the black she-cat was walking in her dreams. "Darkstar?" she questioned in a whisper. "Is that you?"
Still a bit shaken by her old mentor's appearance, Wolfheart eventually came up with a series of words to respond. "Why are you her?" she asked only to quickly studder into her next phrase. "Ah, that was rude." she meowed with a hint of guilt. "AshClan life is doing great! Though we may be short Warriors at the moment, we're still one happy Clan: it means less mouths to feed and we get a lot more time to bond with one another." back when Wolfheart was an apprentice, the Clan used to thrive with Senior Warriors. However, since the Clan was unbalanced with the ages, there weren't enough kits in the cycle to keep up the Clan's rapidly growing population; but a small Clan made Wolfheart feel a bit more comfortable leading patrols and perfecting her job. She knows the faces and that's what makes her happy.
Darkstar nodded "I'm here because after a quick meeting with my daughter I needed to visit some cat with a brain in their head" She rasped, with a hint of affection towards her daughter in her words. "How are the kits?" she asked