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time for Mother and her proxies to get their interactions sorted out
Mother E'tani for many was still an unknown, a cat with a name that wasn't truly a name at all. And enigma that made no effort to let others unwrap what she really was behind her statuesque presentation to the world. Sigmund seemed the cat closest to knowing who she might really be but even he had only seen glimpses. Even he, the tom who could claim to be closest to her, didn't know the name she left behind in her own life. The ivory she-cat moved down the grand staircase of the main house, towards the appointed meeting spot she had Sigmund set up with her proxies.
She needed to touch base with Eshek and Lux, now that they were running missions and mother was planning to get things in motion sooner rather than later. Then she would bring in all the proxies and sort out their future as a team. Though perhaps team was to much of a word, she felt it gave to much meaning towards something that was more a dysfunctional hyena pack than anything. Constant infighting that barley stayed civil and was often only held back by their similar natures and the fact they could direct violence towards outsiders.
Still they needed to work together if Mother E'tani's goal of having leverage on a cat in every leadership position of the clans was to come to fruition. Summerclan was already in motion, but she would like to move on Earthclan. Was perhaps thinking of playing the motherly figure who just wanted to help, she heard their medicine cat apprentice was rather young. She wondered if she could woo him into speaking of his worries on earthclan to her with the promise of helping him sort them out with her own experience.
It was something to consider and something she would like to talk about with Eshek as the foreign affairs proxy. But from word through the grape vine Eshek still wasn't that committed to her position thus Mother kept the thought of using Sigmund to help her slip into Earthclan instead. Shaking her head she sighed at all the things she had lined up to do in her head and waited; still as stone for her tardy proxies to arrive.
Eshek didn't know why Mother had to put her in the same group as Lux. She felt like she was a youngling again, forced to play with the weird kits because no one else wanted to and she was comparatively nice compared to the others, who just wanted to, like, set ants on fire and maim each other. Which, yeah, she'd also enjoyed, but in small doses, y'know? Not all the time. And so, she'd been the go-to youngling if any parent was worried that their child would grow up to be anti-social and lonely. They could grow up to be a serial killer, that was fine, but Heaven forbid they grow up without a pretend friend. Anyway, that was how she felt now. Like she'd accidentally achieved some burden of power that she didn't completely understand or want, and now she was also stuck babysitting the creepy guy. Why couldn't she have been put with Innocentia? Or Senescence? Or just had a one-on-one meeting with the Nemesis? Why did it have to be Lux?
So, she was sulking. Again. Because she truly did feel like she'd been hard done by and given a bad lot in the form of this so-called promotion, and, as someone for whom their emotional development had been rather stunted, she coped with these sorts of injustices by throwing tantrums. Like any good Proxy ought to. And yet, at the same time, she also loved to do things for other she-cats, and she lived to serve, and she had quite the mother-shaped hole in her soul that she was sure some older she-cat would someday be able to fill - and so, really, she kind of wanted to do a good job and make the Nemesis proud of her. Maybe she'd get a shiny rock like she'd heard Innocentia had started giving the best torturers. She'd like a shiny rock.
She let out a scratchy purr of greeting as she lumbered over to Mother; more often than not, she walked like she was twice her height and twice her weight, shoulders hunched and steps slow and heavy. "Lux is late, huh?" she mumbled conspiratorially out of the corner of her mouth as she sat down, leaning in and giving her a knowing look. "Should probably just fire him and be done with it, am I right?"
