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The scent was fainter than a ghost, but among the scent of petrichor and wind there was the smell of apple blossoms and blue bells. The scent of DayClan. Whispyfeather was what was commonly referred to as a senior warrior in most any clan, but DayClan who determined seniority by respect and strength. She had many litters, but the one Renegade knew most of was the one that was given to them when SunClan had taken over DayClan. The Regime was kind enough to grant her kits protection and a few had stayed while others returned to her in DayClan. Her son, an emissary had received a vision that something bad had occurred in the Regime and what kind of mother would she be if she didn't check on her kits no matter the distance? She already memorized their new names Zoebella, Atticus, and Alonah. Their distant relative Xuxa was taking care of them, it was odd how fast she had family in the Regime, yet none were blood related.
Whispyfeather stood out by the rainy border and normally she was very respectful to other clans, never treading too far into another groups territory, but the more she stood the more worried she became. Her feathery grey tail fell as anxiety infested inside of her and with a breath she kept walking, past the scent line and into the Regime's surface territory, this could be an emergency for all she knew, but she needed to know that her kits were alright from... Well whatever it was that was bad, she didn't really know what. All the while she kept cursing herself in her mind, she should have visited them more, she should have made more of an effort to have the siblings reunite. Maybe ask Commander Mars to allow them to go to gatherings so the siblings and her could reunite more often. The blame towards herself was rising like the storm around her.
"Zoebella? Atticus? Alonah?" Whispyfeather called, but had to wonder if they were even cadets yet, perhaps not, some of her kits were promoted and some weren't due to all the chaos of switching clans.
“You’re calling for our tykes?” Roon just so happened to be returning from gathering herbs, and now stood behind the cat. For some reason she hadn’t felt afraid, feeling as if that she would not attack her. The chaman tilted her head a little, eyes shifting across the cat before her. “What do you want with them?”
Whispyfeather dipped her head to Roon and walked the distance between them, "I am so sorry to intrude, Moons ago the leader of DayClan gave you a litter of kits to protect from SunClan. Those were mine, but when I returned after DayClan's imprisonment three of my kits wished to stay in Renegade Regime and I respected their choice. But an emissary in my clan received a vision of something bad occurring in the Regime. I can't help, but faer the worst so I'm here as an anxious mother just wanting to make sure my kits are alright. I understand I can't do this all the time, but surely it's an impossible request when the Regime doesn't attend gatherings making it hard for me to ever see them again."
At that thought Whispyfeather tipped her head back a bit in thought. Why didn't the Regime attend gatherings? BrookClan had odd ranks, customs, and beliefs, yet they attended. The Regime was right up against the Survival Clans border, no different than any other weird clan so what made the Regime not attend? Her mind snapped back into focus, but still, in the back of her head she couldn't help, but hope that the Regime would make an exception for her kits to be allowed to attend gatherings so she wouldn't have to be deprived of them her whole life.
“I see..” the Chaman trailed until she spoke again. “I can take you to Commander Mars, if you wish.” Roon offered softly. She was not a mother herself, but she recognized that worried look. It was the same as when her own mother, Scales, had worried of her time and time again.
"I was not aware that we had a guest." Mars couldn't say he was happy to have yet more outsiders in the tunnels. It seemed that the clan cats were beginning to think they could come and go as he pleased. He would have to set up gaurds at their more popular tunnel entrances and increase patrols along their borders but that could come later. For now, he would deal with the problem at hand. "What brings you to our tunnels uninvited? Did Glowstar send you with a message?" While his eyes used to shine with kindness, ever since the SunClan attack and Limavady's betrayal, Mars had changed. He was much more reserved now and clearly unhappy that they had another guest. His gaze was locked on Whispyfeather now as he looked down at her, waiting for her to explain herself.
"Not exactly, when Fjord was Commander, DayClan had taken three kits from a half clan relationship while Renegade kept two. Those three kits grew up to be emissaries, they can walk between the world of the living and dead, they have visions. We believe it is because their mother was chaman. So when Soaringdawn said he felt a darkness in Renegade and I rushed over. I want to know that my kits are okay, that their family here is okay but..." Wispyfeather's gaze shyly moved away before finding Commander Mars eyes again, "I am very embarrassed!"
Her fur spiked up as heat rose to her cheeks, "Two times now I've had to barge into Renegade territory rudely unannounced just to make sure my kits are alive and well. I respect their decision to be here, but in clan culture we have gatherings and there are times to meet families from other clans without these inappropriate meetings such as this. I'd be very appreciative if there could be a civil arrangement where I can see my kits especially when they become cadets."
Wispyfeather's tail flicked back and forth in an anxious motion. Most DayClan cats could care less for treading on other territories, but Wispyfeather was one of the few who followed the warrior code very closely and felt ashamed to even bother another leader such as Commander Mars. She knew it must bother him, but at the same time if her kits had gone to any other clan she'd have been able to speak to their clan mates and hear news that they're alright or weren't alright. She'd feel safer knowing a bit than never hearing anything. Of course she was happy Renegade took them, she personally couldn't think of another clan she'd like them to be with, they had family there, but having to pester the Regime like this made her feel sick inside. She hoped Mars wouldn't be mad at her for suggesting to see her family in a more nicer setting than this kind of arrangement, but couldn't blame him if he was upset at her forwardness. Not to mention she still didn't know if her kits were alright, Soaringdawn had been so vague about it.
"There really isn't a need to repeat the entire story, Whispyfeather. The Regime remembers my siblings all too well." Formerly hidden in the shadows, a quiet voice spoke up before a lone she-cat stepped forward toward the Commander and Dayclan Warrior. Her size alone was imposing; standing a good head taller than the worried mother. What should've been gorgeous, flowing blonde fur on her was matted by various, vicious scars, the likes of which more brutal than anything seen in the clans. And yet, in spite of her intimidating presence, the strange Mercenary spoke in a surprisingly reserved tone, her body language almost cautious as she stepped close to Mars.
With Limavady's betrayal, the charges against Gardenia had been officially dropped, and her family's honor restored...though her personal pride and confidence had yet to return. It was difficult to say whether she would ever be the same cat again. But that was far from the issue at paw. Her tired, golden eyes locked into Whispyfeather's as she continued speaking. "My name is Gardenia, though we've already met before...when your kits first made their choice. I'll be honest, I commend you, Whispyfeather. For not only accepting the choice of your kits instead of taking them back by force, but showing such concern over their well-being even now, moons later. You're a true mother...I only wish Snowprince was half the parent that you are." The final comment about her father was still resentful, but no longer bitter as it would've been just a few moons ago. Unbeknownst to anyone there, she had recently been speaking to her sister Flyingcolors, finally getting to know the sibling she never had; after everything, there were no longer any hard feelings against her Dayclan family.
"Commander," Gardenia finally addressed Mars, turning to him with a dip of her head. "I will take full responsibility for this cat while she visits her kits, and personally make sure she returns back to where she belongs once she is satisfied. Is that agreeable to you?"
Mars was silent for the longest time, his expression unreadable as he thought things over. His own weaknesses had caused trouble for the Regime in the past. They had been attacked more than once and cats seemed to think they could come and go from their tunnels as they pleased. He was getting tired of such intrusions. On the other hand, he could not fault her for wanting to see her tykes....Finally he shook his head. "I will not permit an outsider to enter Post Kilo." At the moment, his own tykes were there with Momi. Venus was with her litter and Jasmine was expecting. Letting an outsider into Post Kilo at the moment just didn't seem like a good idea. What sort of example would that be setting?
"While I see no fault in you worrying about your kits, I see no reason to arrange formal meetings for you." As rude as it sounded, he didn't want them to be confused and to think that it was alright to cross boundaries that should not be crossed. If he let this go now, he risked making the Regime look weak after their recent attack from SunClan. That mixed with the illness that had taken his first life made it impossible for him to fulfill her request "I also cannot permit any more intrusions into the tunnels. Our borders are meant to be respected just as any clans should be."
Honestly, he hated to say no. Family was more important to him than anything, but he had to stop thinking for himself and start thinking for the better of the Regime. While DayClan was an ally at the moment, he had no intentions of giving them free reign in the tunnels. "Gardenia, take her back to the border."
Wispyfeather smiled the saddest smile imaginable, "You're so young to be destroying people's lives."
She breathed in a shallow breath and they could see the childish restraint on her face like a kit trying to be strong, to hold back the tears, but they could see the way his words widdled away at her heart and crippled her soul. Never. These kits that Glowstar had taken without her permission to the Regime to be safe... She'd never see them again. She had supported her kits when they wanted to stay. Her clan trusted them. She trusted them. Now they were betraying DayClan? Their families in DayClan? She took another uneasy breath, but tears fell. Soaringdawn was right. There was darkness in Renegade Regime and as her eyes met Commander Mars she knew that darkness was him. She slowly walked towards Gardenia, but her heart felt tight, strangled. She winced in pain as panic burned into her veins and she thought about Alonah and Atticus. Their small little faces that she never even got to see at birth. That she only saw when they were back in the Regime. Her legs felt weak as she wobbled more slowly to Gardenia's side before giving out. She staggered to get up, but then lied there. What the hell was even the point?
She demoralized herself by becoming a SunClan initiate just to ensure her kits and her family would live. She escaped SunClan and walked all the way here only for her to never see her kits again? She wanted to be a strong she-cat for her kits to look up to and instead she let them down... No.
"No." Wispyfeather said from the ground, "You underestimate a mother. I will join your Regime and if you do not let me join," She said getting up fully, "I will wait at your borders for the day my kits grow up. I will befriend you members into arranging meetings who have more heart than you, but if you accept me I will be far more loyal to you. You did not steal my kits in the dead of night, you didn't lose your clan to SunClan. I carry more hostility towards my leader than I ever will with you Commander Mars. So let me join."
Despite the knowledge that he was acting in the best interest of the Regime, her words cut deep. He had learned some restraint during his time as commander so he was thankfully able to keep an even gaze. If he was to show any hint of remorse now, this would all be for nothing. In the end it was better this way anyway. Atticus-tyke and Alonah-tyke didn't need anything that might confuse them as to where their loyalties should lie. He didn't doubt that they would be great soldiers for the Regime, but he did realize that living with a paw in two groups could only lead to heartache.
He wanted to turn away. It was easier to deal with the consequences of his decision if he didn't have to watch her heart break. He had never intended for anyone to be hurt by his decisions even if it had been inevitable. He just couldn't make everyone happy. He couldn't cater to the outsiders while still keeping the Regime safe. He forced himself to sit there though. He watched her as his heart broke. The thought of never being able to have a proper relationship with his tykes was not something he even wanted to think about. He wouldn't even try to defend himself. Why should he when in her eyes, he probably was destroying her life.
Then just as he thought she was finally about to leave, she asked, or rather demanded to be allowed to join the Regime. This was the point that he lost his composure. The look he gave her was one of pure shock. She would abandon everything just for the sake of her tykes? His facade crumbled away in that instant. The hard look left his eyes in an instant to be replaced by a kind but sad smile. "I can't argue with your resolve. You may join the Regime as a Raiser. You will be assigned to a senior Raiser until you have learned our ways. I believe Raiser Venus would be a good person to take you on." Of course his sister was caring for her own tykes, but he trusted that she would understand why he would ask something like this of her. "Will you be keeping your clan name or will you take on a new name should you decide to stay with us?"
Whispyfeather relinquished the hard look in her eyes and straightened up, "Thank-you and I think I'll have to think about that. My name is all I have left of my parents. However, I do not mind if someone chooses to nickname me Whispy and I'll keep my mind open about it," She promised, dipping her head to the commander.
She knew back when San joined DayClan, before her current mate was interested in her that San had changed her name to Amethystsight. She had wanted to fit in. If Regime cats were willing to change names she knew she should too. But not now. She still had Mistykit, Hazelkit, and Kinkedpaw back in DayClan to worry about. Eventually she'd have to sort out her affairs in DayClan. She would invite her kits to come back with her to the Regime, it wouldn't be too new for them and she knew that they had only come to DayClan for her. Looking back towards Gardenia she knew that she would help her communicate to the kits to try to get her family altogether again, but this time in the Regime. She exhaled a warm breath of air, everything would be fine. Her thoughts itched to ask Commander Mars if he could send someone to DayClan's border and inform them of her decision so that they wouldn't presume her dead, but considering how hostile he had first been she decided to ask later.
Once her thoughts calmed down she found herself feeling excited and padded up towards Commander Mars. She knew enough to know that she could adjust and enjoy life in Renegade Regime after observing them twice and hearing enough about them. She had heard the term Origin, but she didn't realize until now that Origin meant Queen, Raiser was a completely different thing.
"Is there anything culture wise I should immediately know?" Whispyfeather asked.
Having been forced into SunClan she had noticed how different everything was. In DayClan she could lightly complain about Glowstar's decisions, but in SunClan it wasn't considered rude, it was outright traitorous. Everyone was assumed to be a traitor or had the potential to be one. Not to mention how differently apprentices were treated and how heavily religious they were demanded to be. She knew Renegade Regime wasn't like that... Okay she didn't know that for a fact, but she knew Commander Mars definitely wasn't a psychotic tyrant like Foxstar, but that he could potentially be a bit more strict given the military structure of the Renegade Regime and decided it was safer to ask about culture now than later.
"I believe the biggest difference for you will be that you will answer to a direct Superior instead of a clan deputy. We split duties in the Regime. As a raiser you would be responsible for caring for the Regime's young and aiding in the origins to birth their litters. Your superior will be Lark. You also answer to the chaman. He nodded to Roon as he said this. "She is over both our raisers and our guiders." While it might be odd to put a newcomer so close to their young, he was fine as long as she was under Venus's supervision. He still had his doubts, but he couldn't bring himself to deny her anymore.
The whole exchange had occurred so suddenly that Gardenia was left completely speechless. When Mars had handed down his final decision, the former Superior knew that neither she nor the Dayclan Queen were in a position to argue, no matter how wrong they believed it was. She couldn't risk making her current reputation within the Regime worse than it already was, despite having been proven innocent of her crimes. The Commander's word was law. They all just had to accept it.
That was her thought process as Gardenia solemnly turned to lead Whispyfeather away...only for her expectations to be shattered completely. "No. You underestimate a mother. I will join your Regime."
As a battle-hardened fighter, there were very few situations that had ever caught her off guard, especially not to the point of making her jaw drop. But right then, she couldn't believe her ears. This mother...she was really willing to give up everything she had ever known to be apart of her kits' lives? The idea was so foreign to her she could barely grasp it. Why was her heart pounding in her ears like this? Gardenia opened her mouth to speak, to say something, anything, but before words could get out, Mars quickly gave his answer. The Commander...even he wasn't able to hide his genuine surprise at Whispyfeather's request. But whatever this mother did seemed to work. Just like that, Whispyfeather of Dayclan was now Raiser Whispy of the Renegade Regime.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Gardenia managed to come back to her senses and quickly jumped back into the conversation. "I-I will show her to Post Kilo, then." She offered, her mind still reeling. "Surely after all that you won't keep her from her tykes, Commander. I can also answer any further questions of hers, so we won't keep you for any longer." Meeting her gaze with his, her golden gaze shone with a silent 'thank you'. In spite of everything that had happened lately, Mars was still the wise and understanding leader she had sworn herself to moons ago.
Mars nodded. "Of course. I will leave her in your paws Gardenia. Be sure to take Roon with you. It will be a good chance for her to get to know our chaman."
(One of her daughters Mistypaw is going to join the Regime now so that she can be with her mom and see Atticus again)
Whispyfeather gave a giddy grin to Gardenia and nuzzled into her, "Guess I'll see a lot more of you."
It still absolutely amazed her that Amethystsight or San's litter with Snowprince produced a she-cat who was skilled in healing and a she-cat was skilled at being a mercenary. She hadn't told Gardenia yet, but Snowprince wasn't absent because he didn't care, he had vanished. No one knew what happened and it was right around when coyotes were being spotted in the forest clans. She held out hope, but moons had passed. Snowprince wasn't back and it was becoming obvious that something awful had happened to him.
"This is so exciting though, being able to see him and being a raiser sounds far more productive than being a queen all the time in DayClan. Although I wonder what they'll do without me when their dens need to be repaired, hopefully my kits know enough," She purred.
Gardenia stiffened slightly at the sudden act of affection, but after a moment relaxed and accepted it. Whispyfeather was officially family now. In the back of her mind, there was the lingering thought of what her grandmother Eclipse would make of this, but there were more important things to focus on now. "I'm sure your other kits will be fine," she assured the mother. "If they're around Atticus' age then they'd be apprentices already, right? Follow me, Roon and I will lead you to your son." With a gesture of her tail, she began leading Whispyfeather through the tunnel that was the quickest path to Post Kilo.
As they made their way there, a couple of passing groupmates eyed the trio with a mix of caution and curiosity, but the Sentinel ignored them. "You actually came at the perfect time," she mentioned after a short silence, once she was positive no one else was around. "Atticus-tyke is scheduled to be promoted in a few days' time. He's bound and determined to be a Guider; a healer like Roon...and Flyingcolors, I suppose." Of course, there was the matter that he was seven moons old; his promotion having been postponed a moon for...several different reasons. Gardenia cast a wary glance towards Roon, unsure of how to break the news of Atticus' sight problems or her own controversy.
