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Cicero hummed as he brushed his tail along Ambrose's side, wandering past the curled up sleeping figure to step into Springclan's camp. Not quite familiar to him yet, known only through second hand accounts before this. He was yet unsure how long we would stay, supposed it would depend on how quickly Cardinalheart returned. As Cicero knew he would, the fire in his eyes the night he drove out the Springclan cats spoke of vengeance. He was looking forward to it, already anticipating how delightful it would be to watch the scorned Springclan cats return to drive out the rouges.
Already the small tom was thinking of ways to ruin their triumph. Perhaps he would clear the camp before they even arrived, make all their suffering for naught. That would surely be delightful.
Spottedfox had not run away and she chose not to follow Cardinalheart either. She sat in a particularly shaded part of the camp, her tail curled neatly around her paws. Her emotionless pale green eyes scanned the cats in the camp. Most were unfamiliar now. Not many of her original Clanmates remained but truthfully it didn't bother her. She was never a favorite around SpringClan and the only reason she remained now was because something about Cicero intrigued her. She wanted to learn more about this interesting rogue. She had no clue who he even was until Cardinalheart had bursted into camp announcing he'd murderd Eternalstar, his own daughter. Still she made no move to approach him or speak to him, she merely remained in the shadows, studying him silently.
Spottedfox may not know much about Cicero, but he knew enough about her. Mongrel was a wealth of information, the tom having overheard more private conversations than he could recall. And being privy to most of the information Eternalstar herself had gathered as well. Seeing as his daughter had been under the mistaken assumption that Mongrel was one of her trusted when in truth he had always been Ciceros.
So it was with an easy smile and bouncing steps the tom padded over to Spottedfox. "Hellow SPottedfox, I've heard a lot about you." He purred brightly, cocking his head at her and simply watching her for a moment. Curious how she would respond.
"Oh, I'm sure you have. There's a lot of rumors and stories about me." she responded in a partly amused and sarcastic tone, but her face was serious. "But please, do spill what you think you know." she purred, returning his friendly tone. She was curious to know what he'd been told about her. He'd probably heard about her fling with Tarantulastar and about her usually cold nature. There was no doubt she did a lot of things that caused others to talk about her, but instead of denying it she used it to her advantage.
"Just that you fell for the rather loose cannon that was Tarantulastar, even had kits with him." He purred, leaning forward and smiling crookedly towards her. "But I must admit I'm curious. Did you mate with him out of love or did you perhaps see the writing on the wall of the future he would bring and decide it would be better if you put yourself beside him rather than against him." Cicero dearly hoped it was the later option. Would love to have a she-cat so cold-blooded among his numbers; it would be easy to find a use for her.
"That was bold of you to ask." She stated. Honestly it was probably something most everyone who knew wondered about, they just never dared to ask her. "But there were never any feelings between the two of us and the kits were a mistake. Never intended to happen. Only two are left alive and they fled with Cardinalheart. I have to admit Tarantulastar did actually try to make an effort to be a part of their lives while he was around. I, however, have not spoken to them since their apprenticeship."
"Oh! How delightful!" Cicero beamed leaning forward with some excitement. "Turning assumptions on their head then aren't you." The fact that the kits, often assumed tyrant, father was more involved with them than their mother was something he took joy in. Just thinking of how those who watched the kits grow were probably a little nonplussed about the arrangement. "Not that I can blame your of-course; I've never been a fan of raising my kits. They tend to be such hassles you understand."
"At least you weren't stuck in a nursery for six moons." Spottedfox replied flatly. It wasn't that she didn't care about her kits, she did, in some small way, and she never showed it, but being stuck in the nursery made her bitter and angry towards them, while she wanted nothing more than to be out hunting and patrolling.
"Ah yes, I always found such a practice odd to be frank." Cicero responded blithely with a small shrug. "Why keep a she-cat away from duties if she didn't want; why not just leave the kits with those who would feed them and then take back a supporting member of your group." It was part of the reason Cicero had the treasured being raised communally, or perhaps communally was the wrong word. As no one was particularly in charge of raising them. Ambrose guided them and Voltaire guarded them but Cicero would never class either of them as the treasured raisers.
"I just never understood why I couldn't just simply go on a hunting or border patrol while they were in the nursery... It's not like my short absence would have killed them. They would have been fine until I got back." Spottedfox responded. Although, the way Cicero's group raised its kits had not escaped the she-cats attention and she decided to comment on it. "I find it intriguing that most she-cat don't spend a lot of time with their kits among your group. I don't particularly make a habit of observing the kits but I know with the Clan's by the time they're old enough to be apprenticed they know the warrior code for the most part and the basic rules of Clan life, which of course, their mother and father were responsible for teaching them."
"There is no code to teach these kits as there is no code among us." Cicero laughed lightly, beaming towards her. " And yes many of the she-cats among my group who have kits have them not out of desire to have them but more as accidents or simply mistakes. My group, as you might have gathered," He tossed her a sideways look and a crooked sort of grin. Obviously referrring to his invasion of Springclan. "Does not lend itself towards a place where kits are easily raised, I have no care to waste resources on the few we have."
Spottedfox stared at Cicero through a narrow gaze, in her opinion, even though she never truly wanted her own kits, resources were never wasted on kits. They were the future of the Clan or group or whichever society one chose to live in. They would grow up and in turn teach their kits about the world and the rules of their own society. "But kits are the future of any group or Clan or whatever one decides to call themselves. But I get the feeling you don't really care about the future of your group here after you're dead anyways." she implied with a flick of her tail.
"Even before I'm dead I don't care about the future of my group my dear." He laughed waving a tail to motion back the way they had come. "They know that as well. I make no secrets to them when I welcome them among my numbers. It's part of the reason I individually welcome them all; I want to fantasies held towards what we are and what they're a joining. It's always so annoying when they get the wrong impression and think they're finding something as mundane as a 'home' with me."
"That shouldn't come as a surprise. I mean, you did murder your own daughter... for what reason, again?" Spottedfox retorted, fixing a now curious stare onto Cicero. She was interested to see what his response would be, plus she also didn't really know why he killed Eternalstar. "Whatever reason it was for, I wish you hadn't done it. I didn't hate her, actually wish I'd gotten to know her better, we probably would have been friends."
"Ah yes my little blossom." He sighed, "truly a shame her life ended so young. But you know what they say; once you've dug your own grave you should climb into it." Pausing the tom tilted his head as he considered if that was how the saying actually went before he shrugged and went on. "She had a horrible habit of playing games she couldn't win and getting in over her head. When she first came to me she was naive and innocent, you probably would have laughed at her. I taught her and let her live among my rouges in the knowledge that she would have to pay me back eventually for my generosity. When I came calling she spit in my face, and well I couldn't let that stand. You understand."
"Yes. But I'd never kill one of my own kits; punish them, yes. Kill? No." Spottedfox replied. "So now that you have over run SpringClan what do you plan to do from here?" she asked. "Normally I just sit back and watch things unfold but the past several moons have been quite... interesting to say the least, at least in SpringClan, anyway!"
