The smile drifted from Willowfrost's face as she listened to the young kit before her. Dreams were extremely important, especially for those so young. Of course, many cats would discount a kit's dreams to be meaningless messages of milk and cottonfluff, but Willowfrost wasn't among them.
The most innocent of minds, most often, hold the rarest treasures.
"Hmm, yes I hear you..." Willowfrost murmured softly as Nettlekit spoke, taking note of his restless paw steps while primarily focusing on the details of his dream and what they could mean.
She did not want to interrupt his train of thought, so she waited until he had stopped speaking, his little form so full of spirit before, now a small ball in front of her.
"Now, dear one" Willowfrost spoke softly, a serious tone to her usually light mew. "I want you to first understand how brave you are for coming to talk to me about your dream. Not everyone likes to face the stories that StarClan sends to them." The Medicine Cat allowed a small smile to return in order to send her message home. She did not want Nettlekit to feel ashamed of his dream in any way.
"Secondly, dreams do not always have meanings, but this one...yes...I believe it has quite a lot to tell us."
Pausing for a moment, Willowfrost listened to the sounds around her as she thought. A breeze rustling through the herbs she had left at the back of the den, voices of their Clanmates bubbling outside, and the river itself chuckling as it flowed.
StarClan, please give me wisdom for this young kit...
"Nettlekit, do you think that catching fish and fighting over borders is the only way for a cat to provide for its clan?"