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Puzzlemaker sat just out of sight in the courtyard, watching the Mothers supervise the fledglings and his eyes caught on Conjuringpaw. In truth when she had earned her place as the first Mother he had not expected it. The calico was a Waxing aligned she-cat and in truth he would have expected her to aspire to guarding the borders or fighting. She had quickly proven his prescribed notions of her inccorect and had taken the fledglings in a firm hand, and he suspected she would have the other Mothers firmly in hand soon as well.
While Bacchuspaw might be more outspoken, have a meaner streak that would have others prescribing him a cruel Conjurinpaw seemed to have the natural ability to pull strings from the shadows. He might be incorrect in this notion, perhaps he was judging her incorrectly once again. But he was eager to see her future and what she held mold the Mothers to be. After all she was the first and was in a unique position to change the future of her role.
Standing he flicked his tail and let his eyes scan across them once again and found the Mother in question looking towards him. Smiling he nodded towards himself to beckon her over; might as well take this opportunity.
She never quite new how to react to the heads of clan, how did one really react to them? She was too proud to grovel at their presence like some sychophants did, too sensible to outright ever show direspect to them; she was often stuck just watching them like they were some strange, unknowable beast; one you never knew if too sudden of a movement would scare them off or send them in a blind rage to attack and maul you to death. Though, under Moonclan's new system, Conjuringpaw had always considered it safest to place the assumption that the repercussions for a poorly placed phrase or out of turn action would prove closest to the latter.
That was why, when her gaze caught Puzzlemaker's and his caught her's, her heart sank a bit, and it only fell harder when he beckoned her over. It rose up one of those odd feelings, one of those strange mixture of emotions that there are really no knowable words for, but everyone knows them all the same. Something like irritation and annoyance, but it's duller than that, and tainted, but not fully mixed, with a nervous unease. For her, the sensation only manifested itself in a slightly testy sigh, before she forced and expression that could barely, if one squinted, be called a "smile in greeting." Though in reality, it was more so a lopsided grimace she forced into a grin, as sort of bitter, "Oh great. Just great." dry little expression, the kind that teenage girls give when they're being forced to do something they don't want to do, but are just a bit too polite to outright roll their eyes.
Taking a moment to hurry the fledglings in her care off to someone else and give a dismissive little excuse for herself to step away from the other mothers, the she cat turned back to Puzzlemaker and took a slow, slightly meandering walk back to him, like she was dragging out having to have this conversation as long as possible. Probably because she was. Either way, eventually she managed to get to him, and she forced a stiff dip of her head in polite greeting. "Evening. Did you want to talk to me?" It was all said with clearly forced respect, but the fact she bothered keeping up the act was a form of respect in and of itself.
