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Cicero padded through Springclan's camp on soft steps, humming a jaunty tune to himself as he made a path towards the she-cat he was looking for. "Diesdrè" He purred, tone low and eyes half lidded as he gave her an appreciative glance. The tom a collector of pretty or beautiful things and no one would claim the she-cat to be ugly. Well perhaps if they spoke towards her personality; Cicero imagined she had left many nursing burns in the wake of her presence.
"Hows motherhood treating you?" He beamed tilting his head and giving her a boyish grin' whole demeanor shifting. Letting out a light chuckle at the little inside joke, as the rouges knew birthing kits did not make you am other among the group. The little things left to fend for themselves the moment they could be weaned and sometimes even before by those who were particularly cruel. "Who's the father? I hear talk it's a Winterclan tom?" Nothing happened among his group he didn't catch wind of eventually. The reason the tom was approaching her due to his desire to know if she had learned anything of Winterclan in her dalliance.
Diesdrè was sitting down right smack in the middle of SpringClan's camp clearing, her tongue rasping over her sides, legs and paws as she groomed herself dutifully. It was always important to have clean, sparkling pelt than a grimy one; how else were she to woo toms and she-cats alike? It was no secret that her groupmates knew about her little habit - throwing herself out there in such a way that others have called her names because of it. Though, she doesn't let that ruffle her feathers; instead, she revels in the attention. The only reason why she did this was validation for herself, of course.
"Cicero," Diesdrè said with a soft sigh apparent in her voice, her blue gaze coming to rest on the tom before her. The grey-dappled-cream she-cat shook her fur as she stood up from her position, showing off her quite large belly to her leader. "Motherhood isn't here yet, though it will be soon." She looked down and for a moment - just a moment - a glint of curiosity passed through her eyes. She was curious as to what they would be like and how would they act. Would they be like her, enchanting and deadly, or like their father, mouse-brained yet caring? She let out another sigh. Only time could tell. "His name is Roaringsun." She shook her head. "Their leader, on the other hand - Valleystar, was it? - was quite the little spitfire, though. Such a peculiar little molly. It would be interesting to play with her." Diesdrè grinned.
"One could argue motherhood begins the moment the pregnancy is discovered, as even then you have started caring for others outside just yourself. As you have no choice really, your body now a cage for new life." The perhaps morbid words were delivered wit ha crooked grin and crinkled eyes. He listened to her words and found little interest; he had other current plans in motion ones that didn't involve Winterclan. The tom would be to busy to play any large scale games with the clan, though perhaps he could play something small with the leader if she proved interesting as Diesdrè said.
"He bored you so much then?" He laughed, unable to contain the amusement at her obvious dismissal of him. "Did you learn nothing other than his name then? He must have be a looker then, as he seemed to have nothing else that impressed you enough to pay it any mind. Or you played with him to learn something of Winterclan?" He wondered, peering at her. Something dangerous lurking in the edge of the question, hidden deep under calm pretty waters. "Perhaps you're trying to join the favored and thought I would love to know more about our neighbors?"
Truthfully the tom encouraged his rouges to cross the borders more as a bold claim towards how little he cared for their regard. But it was always nice when they brought interesting tidbits of knowledge back to him. That he could use to help assign the foxes and the hounds tasks to undertake.
