Cloverfrost peeked at the premature morning sky. Away from the bundle of warmth her Clanmates formed into, Morningstar lay awake. Quite isolated. Cloverfrost heaved herself from the mound and strode toward her, green eyes twinkling. “I know it is your name to be up with the sun, but must you do so in Leafbare?” It was the end of Leafbare, but it was still exceptionally cold. Her winter coat had not even left her yet. Settling herself next to Morningstar, she drilled her claws into the wood of the log, “I mean, this is the time to relax and rest, am I mistaken?”

The she-cat did not bother to raise her head from her task as the white feline approached her. The only indication that she was aware of Cloverfrost's presence was a small flick of her ear at the sound of her voice. Still carefully drawing her tongue to groom herself she gave a small chuckle, "But this is rest, no one said you needed to be asleep to rest. Afterall I see you're awake and moving around." she shot back, never missing a beat.

Cloverfrost purred softly, “How can one sleep whilst knowing a she-cat, such as yourself, lays utterly alone in the cold? I believe the guilt would steer me mad, don't you?” Although neither her manner nor attitude suggested this, she glanced to Morningstar for a retort, her soft tail coiling around herself. It was laborious to distinguish the melting snow that clung to the outer of her pelt from her pure white fur.

"Am I truly alone when I have the best company of all - myself?" she snickered softly as she finally set her paw on the trunk below her paws. Lifting her gaze to finally acknowledge the she-cat who had joined her she gave her tail a small flick, "I believe you would be able to live the with guilt. Now, why are you really awake at such an hour? The dawn patrol shouldn't be leaving for a while yet, after all." she mused.

Cloverfrost’s body shook as she laughed, although she made sure it was not audible enough to rouse anyone, “Well, who am I to argue- when I find you just as delightful?” “And I will have you know that I have quite the sensitive heart,” Cloverfrost meowed with mock hurt. “To answer your other question-,” she dipped her head, closing her eyes, “It’s an old habit that has yet to leave me. I would sleep much longer if I could.” She veered around to peer at Morningstar, “But you appear to be the variety who has always risen early.”

The she-cat watched carefully as the other spoke, noticing the lighthearted demeanor shift into something more sorrowful. It was a quick shift and she did not care for dealing with others emotions, but she had to at least pretend to save face - after all she was a leader, who would follow a heartless leader? "I may have that luxury of naturally waking early, but it can be a lonely time." she started, trying to carefully pick her next few words, "Have you gone to see Seedbloom, I am sure she might have some herbs that could remedy your insomnia."

Cloverfrost tilted her head, looking down at the melting snow, “It is nothing that the Medicine Cat can remedy, it is merely my old routine. I do not have insomnia, but thank you for such charming concern.” She purred, melancholy, “After all, you said yourself that you are the finest company. So, since I am here and awake, why not talk about something more interesting?” Seafoam-green eyes glinted with an unnatural light, and she was very intent on knowing the response to their next question, “Tell me, if you could, dear leader- what do you imagine this Newleaf will be like?”

"That may be true, but they can at least help you find some kind of rest - which is still very important in maintaining our strength and clan." she retorted, giving Cloverfrost a side eye, hoping she took the hint to take care of herself. However as the other she-cat continued their conversation forward she hummed and lifted her gaze to overlook their camp, as the dens started to rustle with the dawn patrol cats would start to awaken and prep for their task at paw. "The Leafbare was mild, it does bring me concern if we will have a stormy Greenleaf, but we will make it through with our heads held high."

Cloverfrost dipped her head low, “I always do put myself first, do I not?” Cloverfrost raised her head and stood, stretching. She hesitated, “Morningstar, you should make an effort to find a company other than your own. You can be the most immaculate Leader that StarClan has ever seen, but it doesn’t do well to be surrounded by subjects, but no friends. I’ve found that there is no more powerful loyalty than to one’s friends and family.” Cloverfrost stared at her thoughtfully before starting gto make her way back to the Warrior’s Den.

Things were going well as the other she-cat accepted her concern, and the leader thought that would be that. However she felt the fur around her neck bristle as the other made a comment of her own. Her jaw tensed as she fought to hold her tongue. She could tear Cloverfrost a new one with her words - but she had an image to maintain. A sneer graced her otherwise soft features, "Cloverfrost, you should learn to hold your tongue. Could have stopped after 'immaculate leader'. Who's to say I have no personal ties?" she stated as the other started to walk away, making no motion of her own.

Cloverfrost did not halt nor look back. Instead, she looked at the rising sun, “If I were blind I would know. You can take my advice or leave it, but either way, it would be cruel not to try and save you a bit of misfortune.” Cloverfrost showed her sorrow to no one but her own heart. She wanted to say so much, but even she had limits to how much she would say to her leader. A part of her could be glad, however. Morningstar might start to socialize on a personal level, even if it may be to spite or prove her wrong. Cloverfrost could live with that outcome. She laid down with her fellow Warriors once again, looking at the fading stars. Cloverfrost could only hope that her actions did not give the opposite reaction that she’d hoped for. Cloverfrost found that cats did not always do things in their own self-interest. They were unpredictable and their hearts were even more so. She still hadn't decided if she loved or hated that part of them.