"The music itself is not magic at all."

"Interesting," he repeats.  "I'm not sure it sounds particularly nice to cats but it's certainly interesting."

"I remember reading about a study where they tried to figure out what music some non-talking cats liked best..." He looks that up and then makes a little speaker to play the winning piece.

This elicits more head-tilts, which escalate to walking around to listen from different angles.  "This one is more pleasing.  Is the - stone throat; I'm not learning the word for that - magic or also not.  Why don't you have to touch it when you did the other one."

"It's not magic but it is much more complicated than the instrument. The music it's playing was made for real a long time ago and then captured for later use."

"I see.  What is the word for the stone throat.  . . . I suppose this is less important a conversation than whether there is anything else Fireheart told you which you would like an alternate perspective on."

"It's a speaker. And I was basically out of those, I think..." He checks his list.

There aren't any accusations of Tigerstar left, but maybe he has opinions on things like why his new Clan is called that?

"Yeah we've covered what Fireheart said about you but I want to know why it's called 'Shadowclan', if you know."

"The Clans are each named after the cat who founded them: Shadowstar, Thunderstar, Windstar, and Riverstar."

"Oh, cool, that makes sense."

"That's the sort of thing that gets covered in a Clan cat's kithood, incidentally, if you had already asked Fireheart."

"I had, but it doesn't seem to be a practical necessity, just a historical tidbit."

"I would be less concerned if it were the only thing I expected to be left out."

"What else would you expect?"

"Did he tell you Bluestar's mad?"

"I don't believe that came up, no."

"Unsurprising.  I suspect anything I say about it will sound like nothing but an empty defense of why she exiled me, but I suggest you ask Fireheart, or speak to her yourself.  And know that I lied to the Clan about Redtail's death at her request, when she was still sane."

"I will make a note of this." He does.

"She gets confused about things and doesn't trust anyone.  It's unfortunate; she was once a great leader."

"That's normal in older folks but I couldn't begin to guess how it interacts with the nine lives thing."

"She's only a year older than I am."

"How old are you?"

"Six."

"Wow. Okay, yeah, it would be weird for a... seven year old cat to be senile. You are all so young."