As she walked, Minknose kept an ear tilted back towards Maggotcheer, listening for the other cat to follow her. She heard the thinly veiled mockery ring out, and for a moment, all Minknose could do was roll her eyes. She knew by now that the other didn’t much believe in — or appreciate — Starclan… really at all. Which, was fine, in the grand scheme of things, if only because each cat was entitled to their opinions. She had known a few in her life that hadn’t believed in Starclan, and while she had seen omens and the like come true… Minknose had at one point been one of those cats who hadn’t been the most devout.

She still wasn’t.

But she knew that Starclan had their place in helping the cats still within the mortal world, and it was a place that Minknose didn’t question, at least not quite openly. But, she had some belief within her, after all. She had seen leaders die, and come back — there was simply no other way to explain such things without the influence of Starclan’s power in her mind.

Every cat had their moment where they came to understand Starclan as something real… Well, almost every cat. Minknose hoped that maybe one-day Maggotcheer would have such a moment, if only so she could not make a mockery of things, but… Then again, that was probably just the ugly cat’s personality.

“Where are we headed, ma’am?” The other asked.

“The stream,” Minknose stated, with a flick of her ear, and without turning her head back towards the other cat. If she wanted to follow at this point, she could, if not… Well, Minknose supposed that was ultimately fine too, but it would lead to a conversation about her actual want to be within the clan.

OOC. Oh you're good! I don't mind continuing.