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She was perhaps the last cat on earth one would have thought fit to have been named the title of one of Moonclan's first mothers, if not perhaps for both her intellect and her own staunch beliefs in the lunar goddess who was now more than ever at the center of every day life in Moonclan. Even she was not exactly sure how she felt about it. There was an implication it was a respectable job, one that in some ways put her above the average warrior and earned her some manner of admiration. Conjuringpaw liked that. And she also like that she held full control over the fledglings in her care, that at any point in time she could enact any command she wanted and they had to listen, or else face serious consequences of her own design. She was not necessarily malicious, but she liked the feeling of authority, and that she held full right to the molding of Moonclan's future hunters.
The only part she didn't like, however, was the fact it kept her stuck in camp much more often. As she lingered in front of the nursery, one of the many rooms of the run down estate that they called camp, she felt her paws itch for the former luxury she used to have of going out and doing hunting and fighting training whenever she wanted. She supposed at any point in time, if she was right about the weight of her new position, she could call on some other poor student to do her job for her, but even then it would only be temporary, and she didn't know how much she trusted any of the other students not to drop a fledgling on their head.
Feralpaw padded into camp a mouth full of prey, he dropped his haul with the growing pile of fresh kill. Every bone and muscle in his body was sore, with his freshly stolen eye he was finding it hard to hunt properly. "Curse you Wickedpaw." he muttered quietly to himself. The tabby tom was convinced Selene was punishing him for how he behaved as a kit, always pushing around others and being aggressive and cruel to his clanmates.
His fight with Wickedpaw subdued his aggressive behavior, though his paws still itched for a good fight. For now, there where still clan duties he had to fulfill. Glancing around he noticed the mother sitting outside the nursery. Grabbing the biggest vole he could find he padded over to her. "Hello!" he mewed dropping the prey, "Have you had a chance to eat yet?" he asked Conjuringpaw. Feralpaw's mew was rough and slow, a hint of respect for the she-cat laced his words. "or have the fledglings been keeping you busy?" came his attempt at small talk.
Conjuringpaw was terrible at small talk. Maybe it was because it bored her, maybe it was because she couldn't stand to talk about things that didn't have any meaning in the grand scheme of things, or maybe it was because she just wasn't good at it. In all honesty, it was probably because of a mixture of all three. But she was also not completely rude, and the mother appreciated the gesture, both the prey and the attempt at small talk, in spite of everything. So she humored it, in spite of the fact it pained her a bit to do so.
"Nah, not yet. I haven't gotten a chance for pretty much the exact reason you already mentioned. For some reason the fledglings have been-" Before she had even finished her sentence, the sound of a small crashing noise and a small, girlish, clearly kittenish squeal of both excitement and surprise rang out from deeper in the nursery. To an untrained ear it might have sounded like a cry of fright or alarm, but Conjuringpaw could already pin a name to the voice and knew already it was just kittens causing trouble. She bit back the urge to scream in there for them to be quiet in there and play nice; the outburst wouldn't have portrayed a very good public image. Not that she was all too troubled about her public image, certainly not anywhere near as much as many other cats of her rank did, but she at least didn't like to show the darker underbelly of the group of cats that had been entrusted to raising Moonclan's future. Of course, even she with her fiery temper and slightly less "motherly" temperment was, for better or worse, no where near the sharpest or harshest with the kittens. But any slip in the caring facade the Mothers tried to keep felt like a stain on their rank as a whole, and she tried her best to abstain from overtly showing anything that might border on being considered too harsh with the fledglings.
So she swallowed her annoyance, her frustration, and started that sentence over again. "Yeah, so as I was saying, they've been a little ''hyper" today." She said, her voice holding that sort of dry amusement that could only come from being so fed up with some it was almost bitterly humerous.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
Post by eventide on Apr 2, 2022 12:52:04 GMT -5
"Winterkit please," came a soft plea, exasperation coloring the tone. Aurorapaw had exhausted the other stages of grief and had finally come to bargaining, watching her sister with round eyes and a pleading expression. The fledgling was refusing to share a mossball with the others and had already caused one fight. It wasn't entirely in the little white she-kit's nature, but she was hungry and sleepy and not entirely in control of her emotions at the moment.
Seeing her sister's upset expression, Winterkit finally obliged and gave up the mossball, sniffing back tears before going to take a nap. A loud cheer went up from the other fledglings with the mossball now released to play with, and it brought a tired, pleased expression to Aurorapaw's face. Being a mother was quite different from what she'd thought it might be, but she enjoyed the challenge and kits were so much easier than hunters, despite how it might seem otherwise.
Hearing chatter at the head of the nursery, she cast one last glance behind her to ensure peace was once again reigning before padding up to where Conjuringpaw and Feralpaw sat. "Hey," she purred, glad to finally be able to talk to other cats her age. She and Conjuringpaw were on friendly enough terms, but their work kept her from really getting to know the other Mothers. Feralpaw, however, she knew only by name.
"Would you guys mind if I join you? I just diffused the spat of the season and I'd appreciate the chance to chat with cats that understand how sharing works." She chuckled, rolling her eyes with a smile. "That is to say, you do know how sharing works, right Feralpaw?" She cocked an eyebrow teasingly before settling down next to Conjuringpaw and tucking her tail around her paws to keep it safe from the fledglings.
Feralpaw gave an amused purr, he must have been hard to manage as a fledgling, "here I can fetch more prey if you need as well." he nudged the vole over to the mothers. Maybe if he helped them out for just a moment Selene would pardon him for his transgressions as a kit.
"Hey Aurorapaw. Nah, take a seat. We haven't really said anything interesting yet so you came in at a perfect time." She took a pause to glance back at the nursery, and then back at Aurorapaw, it not taking her long to realize the situation the mother had diffused was connected with the scream they had heard just moments before. "Or I guess, nothing "interesting" you wouldn't already know."
With that her attention turned back over to Feralpaw and the vole. "I'm fine. Actually to be honest having company and someone to talk to is nicer than more food right now, you should sit a while. It gives me, actually probably both of us, an excuse to take a moment off work." Conjuringpaw said, her words tracing a bit of amusement; though they were not entirely sincerely. Primarily because in truth, they didn't really need an excuse. They were mothers; they were, in Moonclan's new system, immensely powerful. They could have left the nursery right then, they could have ordered Feralpaw handle it, and they would have been allowed to get away with it completely. Who was going to tell them they couldn't? They were possibly some of the most powerful cats in the clan at current time, and their word was only really second to the Minister and Commissioner, even the luminaries were on equal terms. But most of the time, they didn't throw that weight around. Conjuringpaw didn't at least. And she was happy to pretend they didn't have the sort of unmidigated power, that they were as normal as the students in the clan, as Feralpaw right in front of them. At least for right now.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
Post by eventide on Apr 5, 2022 22:51:10 GMT -5
"Indeed," laughed Aurorapaw with an easy smile, settling in and nabbing a bite of the prey to soothe the rumbling in her stomach. More often than not she was too busy helping the fledglings with mealtimes to eat for herself, but when her hunger did surface it was ravenous. "Those kits certainly are giving me trouble today," she exclaimed, shaking her head as her tail flicked aimlessly. "I think a more involved lesson after lunch might be in order to get their energy out. I think it's the new-leaf air."
Feralpaw gave an amused purr, "I am sure, i hear them throughout the day, I don't know how you mothers do it." He mewed awkwardly taking a seat with the two she-cats. "how are the fledglings these days?" his thoughts wondered to the recent culling, the kits would know almost nothing of what had happened, it must have been confusing, or maybe they never noticed at all. "Any Troublemakers like I was?" he mused his reputation as the nursery bully was no secret, sure at least one of them would remember his aggressive ways. "Selene forgive me." Feralpaw half joked, but he genuinely meant it.
"Probably wise." Conjuringpaw agreed. "I going to be honest, I had to step out to keep my temper. One of them was trying me." Conjuringpaw admitted, though it sounded less guilty and filled with a sort of carefreeness, as if it was something of an in-joke. And inside of it all, there was the hint of something else in her words when she mentioned "one of them". As if Aurorapaw should know which one she meant. In every group of fledglings, there was always the one. And then, almost with perfect timing, came Feralpaw's question, and she gave a hearty, sincere, if-only-you-knew kind of laugh.
"All of them all trouble-makers, depending on what time you get them." She said, in some ways playing off of Aurorapaw's earlier words, about choosing to do a lesson after lunch, about making them get their energy out. But a small, knowing smile slipped onto her face as she continued. "But some, of course, are more trouble-making than others. We have a few of those."
Aurorapaw seemed to hear something in Feralpaw's voice that softened her expression. Her tail rested on his flank and she quietly mewed, "I'm sure She will forgive you." She laughed softly. "That's kind of her thing." Hearing Conjuringpaw's voice take on that wry tone she knew so well from her own voice as she spoke about some of the troubling Fledglings, she turned her attention to the other Mother and chuckled.
"I think at least one of them is related to me," she admitted in a conspiratorial whisper, unable to hide the mirth that radiated from her. As they spoke, the sound of kits squabbling grew steadily louder, with Winterkit and Crystalkit vying for loudest.
Crystalkit battered at her sister with glea, always happy to be the loud and annoying sibling "I'm not touching you!" she screamed with a giggle __
Feralpaw flicked his ears, it was always so loud over here, with the influx of new fledglings, "Selene has clearly blessed you two with more patience than I." he mused "I would have them running training drills till they couldn't talk back." the tabby tom joked. "I am sure Selene has plans for even the loudest of them though."
"Hopefully their very, very loud voices can be used to sing Selene praises," joked Aurorapaw, wincing at Winterkit yowled when her sister playfully thwacked her. "Or at least keep intruders out of the clan by volume alone."
Winterkit withdrew when Crystalkit nudged her, eyes widening as though she was deeply offended. "Crystalkit!" she mewed loudly, forgetting the docile persona she was trying to grow in to. "You can't just- just- " She began to sputter in offence before turning her nose up, tail flicking irritably. "You better hope the Goddess wasn't looking, you little harebrain!"
Once more came Conjuringpaw's silent desire to poke their head in and holler at them to quiet up in there, but figured it probably wouldn't look super good if she did -- especially after being complimented for their patience. So she bit her tongue, just giving a slow nod that was not necessarily specifically directed to either of them. It was just a wholesale nod in agreement to basically everything.
"They're almost as loud as I was as a kit. It's impressive." She said, and it was only half a joke. She had been, and still could be, very loud. She was perhaps very lucky she had her own mother to watch after her, who she had put through much tribulation in her own way as a child, and supposed now looking back she was very lucky that she had had her own biological mother looking after her as a kit. As kind as some of the mothers in Moonclan could be with their little 'wards', there were many other not-so-nice ones with not so much patience; and Conjuringpaw was sure there she had been a kit that only their real mother could have loved. But with that thought came a chilling reminder; her mother, that cat who had raised her, was dead now. It was a distressing thought, and she quickly swallowed it down again, quick to put it out of mind.
"So Aurorapaw, do you have those kind of lungs on you too? Like is it genetic or have they just really trained it up?" It was a soft tease, clearly not serious in the slightest. It was actually hard for her to imagine Aurorapaw raising her voice, she always seemed so soft-spoken and sweet. Truly a perfect waning, she was sure to make many other cats jealous and probably a fair more amount of waxing cats upset she was a mother instead of a hunter -- one not so easily paired with. Of course she would never state it, but mulling that all over in her own head just made the soft joke even funnier with all things considered.