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The recent weeks had been been whiplash to the newly named commissioner, who now sat in camp half keeping watch and half letting all the recent happenings fully hit him. How could he have ever been prepared for all the changes that had so rapidly taken place?
Hadn't it just been two moons ago he had been a random, nameless face in the background; some odd outsider that was the byproduct of a kittypet and a rogue with only his cryptic uncle to speak for his place among Moonclan? Windsweptashes had always been the distant loner, always at a distance from his clan-mates and in his own head, lost in thoughts and daydreams and ideas. He lived in his is own little world more than the one around him, and perhaps that was why he didn't realize how much everything around him had changed until it was far too late.
Now he was one of a sparse few lingering adults, the second in command of the clan, and playing the role of adoptive parent, mentor, authority figure, and religious advisor for all his remaining clan-mates which were now made up almost entirely of students and fledglings with barely any other adults turn to. He had never until that moment felt old, he had only just received his full name very recently. But now, surrounded amongst a majority of scared, shaken, and confused kittens and apprentices, the tom truly felt ancient -- and even worse than that --the full, almost paternal pressure of being in charge of so many young, easily impressionable lives.
Since the battle with Sunclan and culling took out majority of Moonclan’s adults. It left what few hunters and the older students to pick up the pieces. The culling had left Ravenpaw with the paternal guidance of four young kits. He never expected to be thrown into the role of a parent as such a young age, but here he was. The four young kits in question were Ravenpaw’s ex lover’s. Unknowingly the tom had taken a mate and was just stringing him along for the fun of it. When the kits were born they had been dumped on him and the parents were culled shortly after that.
Little did the young student know that the commissioner was also feeling similar pressure. So when Ravenpaw accidentally came across the commissioner he didn’t know if he should turn tail and leave.
Still stuck in his own world, in his own head, it took the Commissioner a moment to realized Ravenpaw was right in front of him. A first, a slight look of surprise crossed his face at the realization that someone had been there for who knew how long, but it softened in an instant as he realized it was one of the clan's many students who was now in front of him.
He'd heard a little bit about Ravenpaw before, enough to know about his situation with the four kits who were now under his wing. To Windsweptashes, the entire thing was a tragedy. These small, young, frail lives of the clan were all too soon having to live the lives of adults, to be all so grown up while barely more than kittens in and of themselves. To have children raising children; that was to him an unspeakable tragedy. The very concept of mothers still gave a chill to his bones sometimes. He respected the students who had stepped into the role, and he was glad the position had been given the rank and respect it deserved for such a difficult job, but the thought of them having to do it still made him slightly sick.
Still, he refused to show those feeling. He couldn't show those feelings, he was suppose to be above it all, unshakable in the presence of all these children who needed an adult figure in their lives. He straighted up in Ravenpaw's presence, his tail slowly curling around his paws as he gave a soft, small dip of his head in greeting to the student. It was gentle, almost frail, like cotton or rose-petals or any number of things much to delicate to be handeling the kind of job the tom handled, but that was how things always were with him. "Evening Ravenpaw. Is everything okay?" Windsweptashes asked, their voice a note of quiet warmth mingeling with concern. He was always concerned, something always seemed like it was step away from going wrong nowadays; no matter how much he wished to pretend all was well.
