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Eshek wasn't quite as gentle with her daughters as she was with her son - not because she loved them any less, but because where her lifelong hatred of toms had turned her overly protective of the one she now had, her worship of she-cats had made her inordinately proud of her daughters. Toms were weak and needed nurturing to blossom; she-cats, to her, already held the sun in their paws - and she was so excited to see how brightly her girls burned. And while Ber was smitten with daddy's girl Tilly, Eshek had a special place in her heart for Cordelia.
Her daughter was in the dilapidated back garden of the Mansion when her mother suddenly dropped down from one of the eaves overhanging the porch. "Hey, tinkerbell," she greeted Cordelia with a crooked, mischievous grin and a purr. Sauntering over to her daughter, Eshek playfully pulled her into her chest with a rough paw and gave the fur between her ears a ruffle. Leaning her elbow on Cordelia's head, she looked down at her from beneath hooded eyes with that same grin, equal parts loving and trouble-making, and asked, "wanna go on an adventure?"
"Hey mama!" Cordelia said brightly, grinning up at her mother. The gangly youngling was already started to resemble her physically, with her long legs and pale fur and oversized ears. The word adventure made those ears perk up even further, and she leaned into the head ruffling with a growing smile. "Always. Where are we gonna go?"
“Somewhere your dad’d be pissed about if he found out,” she purred back, grin crooked. “C’mon, showstopper.” Nudging her daughter’s side with her own, Eshek set off in the vague direction of NightClan at her usual languid, prowling gait, looking like a lioness with her head thrust forward, pointed shoulders rolling, and tail-tip flicking with idle irritation. She talked as she walked. “Ya gotta have a rebellious phase at some point — if you don’t come home totally wasted and put us both in a panic at least once, I’ll’ve failed as a mother. Take this as your first lesson in puttin’ a parent through hell.” She grinned down at Delia.
“Point number one, baby — your parents are crooks. Where we’re goin’, I took a life from their leader when you were still in my stomach, so I guess you can call this a homecoming. Anyone smart and boring would steer clear of their borders — but to anyone like you and me,” she looked down proudly at her kit again, grin toothy and dark blue eyes sparkling, “it’s a game’a cat and mouse. How much hell can you raise before they realise you’re there? And when they do, how fast can you run for your goddamn life? That’s the best part.”
Cordelia-chan listened to her mother's speech about a rebellious phase and took it instantly to heart, gazing up at Eshek with those adoring sapphire eyes of hers. Her mother was the most impressive cat she knew, just a smidge above her father despite their rankings in the League, and she intended to absorb every lesson she was taught.
"You killed a cat when you were pregnant?" She breathed, not horrified or frightened but sounding rather captivated. "And a leader at that? And now you're going back? You are the absolute coolest, mama. Why aren't you Nemesis of the whole League by now? You're way smarter than Regulus."
Eshek grinned sharply at her daughter’s praise, both sheepish and preening in vindicated satisfaction. Truthfully, she had never had the faintest interest in leadership — felt confined and pressed in on and self-consciously lacking at the thought of being responsible for so many lives, thought she could never do it, was far happier to be a lackey — but Cordelia’s blind belief in her was heartwarming all the same, a little boost of much needed confidence for the she-cat who masqueraded most of her cockiness.
You’re way smarter than Regulus. “And you can tell him you said that,” she agreed with a flash of grinning teeth and a husky purr. “Now.” Her voice lowered and quietened, and, slowing to a creep and then a stop, she reached out her paw and guided her daughter down to the ground as she, too, sank into a bony-shouldered crouch; they were approaching the NightClan border. “Tell me what you can smell. Part of being a high-ranking League cat, as you are, is having a hundred little birds in every Clan, reporting all sorts of whisperings back to you — and, failing that, bein’ able to infiltrate any territory without them knowin’ you were even there at all. Look around — pine trees, fresh pawprints from a patrol even though it’s dark.” She looked over at her daughter. “Which Clan are we at?
