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Breeze's son had escaped her clutches, off to be alone like he always was, and she was sorry to see him go. She hadn't been an Initiate for long, a quarter-moon at best, but already she felt she was adjusting slower than the others; she had been in EarthClan for so long, her entire life, it was strange to journey to a territory so long and so foreign. Their customs, their beliefs, even their land was different, so young and fresh after the fire that had ravaged SunClan in her youth. The former warrior could not see this place as home, but she was trying her best. She missed her clanmates, the familiarity of the other queens around her, but that was all gone now.
Sighing, the grey-and-white she-cat shook her head as she gave up the search for her errant son. "Kits," she murmured aloud with a perplexed shake of her head. She turned, ready to head back to her den, and was surprised to see someone else was nearby.
Ptifrokal spent here evening as she always did, servicing the needs of the Clan. As a whole, today had been particularly light. Such things unnerved the she-cat to no end. She knew her skills did not extend to escaping a Clan gathering, so it was imperative that she earned her place. Her daughter was out there somewhere. Ptifrokal just needed to find her, and with the Sun's guidance it would only be a matter of time, so naturally only the Sun knew of her slight deviations from the Path.
The sandy she-cat strolled through the evening camp before settling down next to her den. The depth of her cornflower blue eyes almost deepened in the orange glow of the evening sky as she swept her gaze across the camp until it reached Breeze. She knew that longing look. It was her. She rose to her paws and took a few steps forward. "You know, where I come from they say 'Laylor lo'er labrzod'." Her guttural, foreign voice paused for a second. "To care is to hurt. Your kitten will find his way."
She didn't know Ptifroakal well - in fact, she was embarrassed to admit she barely knew her name. It was a foreign pronunciation she wasn't used to and it was difficult to remember how to form the word. Breeze was usually very good with names, but there were so many new cats to meet in SunClan she was lagging behind, even with the other Initiates. She listened closely and took a second to decipher her accent, but when she did her blue eyes widened.
"Oh-- thank you," she murmured, dipping her head quickly. "I hope he does, he's just been so... strange lately." She smiled thinly. "I shouldn't say that. He's just growing up. He's so different than his kit days, though." He'd been an eager and excitable kitten, so determined to prove himself, but Pond had grown distant and fierce and morbid and so wrapped up in his own self she couldn't understand him. He was a mystery even to his mother, and he worried her.
Ptifrokal heart yearned to see her own kitten again upon hearing the she-cat of her offspring. The sandy colored she-cat knew if they did find each other, she would feel the same way Breeze felt. It had been so long since they got separated. She must have changed by now, perhaps for the worst. All this time alone... Ptifrokal did not dare venture much further into speculation. Her thoughts were only getting darker from there on.
"Well, you did bring him here. Don't misunderstand me, this place is great, but there is an air here that... would change him." Her eyes scanned the crowd for a kitten that looked like Breeze. "He won't forget about you. Family is everything."
She looked vaguely uncomfortable at the mention of her bringing her son here. It hadn't been any of their first choices, Foxstar had used her mate's sister's death to compel them to join, so they'd had little choice. She wasn't about to go around telling anyone that, though. "He was changing before, but now...." Breeze shook her head. "We were in EarthClan when the floods destroyed the clan. He's been different ever since. Not scared different, really different, like he's someone else entirely."
It was difficult for her to explain. When she had been quivering in fear watching the water that had nearly killed her, her son had looked bored, or almost excited.
The sandy tabby purred and swung her tail close to the sun-baked earth. "You worry too much about his path." Her eyes rose to the sky above. The Sun was the only deity that illuminated her soul now, but her prior understandings of the world still lingered, and she did not expect them to fade. "He will find his Pavi'iv, just as you must stay on yours." Her eyes clouded with pain as she turned away. "Why don't we distract ourselves with something else, hmm?"
Breeze sighed. Maybe she was right -- she definitely was -- but after what had happened to her brother's family she couldn't help stressing over her kittens. Her clan had seen a lot of harm and she was scared it would follow them. Still, her gaze caught on the pain in the initiate's eyes and she frowned slightly in concern. What was hurting Ptifrokal? "Okay," she agreed tentatively, bowing her head. "Of course. We don't need to talk about my son." She paused, considering, then approached a new topic. "Do you have a family here?"
She flattened her ears and shook her head. "No." It was a stone cold answer sharpened to a point. The one she had so clearly practiced over and over. Her eyes watered as her mind transported her back to the desert in moons ago. She could still feel the coarse sand cutting through her eyes like a knife. She could feel the cold, rapid river from the mountain's snow melt wash her away. She shivered and refocused. "Far away, yes, but they will never come to this place." Her heart ached to return to her homeland and her family, but it was impossible at this point.
The cold answer made her realize immediately this was a personal question, but it was too late now. By all rights she should stop here and let it go... but she was curious. "Oh," she murmured sympathetically, "I understand. My mate left his family a long time ago and it was very difficult for them to be apart." Breeze smiled sadly, thinking of her own lost family, but she had the wisdom not to bring it up.
The tabby flicked her ear. "So it was. Losing a family member is always tough." Her eyes danced across the terrain in front of her in search of some distraction from this conservation, but could find nothing to stop the conversation. She gritted her teeth and kept going, albeit cautious with her words. "I mean, I hope he's doing well." Sympathy was never one of her strongest traits, especially when she empathized more the one who left.
"Oh, he is. Mostly," she admitted with a half-frown. She still worried about him, especially after the flooding. He was allergic to water and it hadn't been kind to him to be swept away from his home. "I hope your family is doing well too. Perhaps you can visit them sometime, when we're warriors? I hear we're allowed to explore outside of our borders then." That would be strange to grow used to. She was used to being much more restricted in her travels.
The tabby shook her head and sighed under her breathe. "No. It's too far from here." It was a blessing and a curse. Of course, part of her missed her family, but only certain people. "Besides, my home is nothing like this. There's far more conflict there. There's more of a hierarchy... it's no place to visit let alone live." Her paws carried her faster and faster. She had not spoken to anyone about this, mainly because no one had asked her before. "I miss... some of them."
Breeze tilted her head to the side. "More conflict? The clans already fight quite often... are you sure you aren't mistaken?" Perhaps her last clan had been more tumultuous than most, but SunClan wasn't a peaceful place either. They were always fighting with other clans, while EarthClan had been falling apart at the seams. "I can't imagine fighting more than we already do."
"All your fighting is between clans. That's inevitable. Everyone wants more power, especially from their neighbors. My home thrived on infighting. They said we were one, but then we'd fight each other..." Her cornflower optics betrayed all the confusion tucked away in her mind. "I've killed my brother, sister, and uncle during our wars, all in the name of superiority." She came to a stop and sat down. Her tail wrapped lightly around her paws. "Things aren't perfect here, but at least you don't have to kill your son."
