Re: talking

He looked at her, and a smile slowly spread across his face. He was remembering why he loved her so much.

"I must admit, dear Jenna, that I have often questioned the ideals of 'my' Clan. Most of it is good, and we do seem to have peace in the Clan... but then I met you, Jenna. Queens of the outside are never allowed into the Clan. But you were Tyler's kin, and Track was Tyler's kin. Track took to life in the Clan faster than some of the ones born to it. We accepted you both. I was just out of kittenhood, barely a year old, and you were even younger, but you were beautiful. You were demure and obedient, but you had that outside quality to you that made me realise that you had a mind of your own. You were capable of making descisions in your own best interest, unlike the queens in the Clan, who were bred and brought up with the idea that queens could not manage such. Now that we are here, away from the Clan, I see no need to stick exactly to their restrictions. I believe you are capable of offering a valid opinion."

He grinned. "And if I would like to dismiss your opinions, I only have to do this." He brought his head down and kissed her full on the lips.