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“Moltenpaw,” Fuzzyheart said more than whispered, but his voice was low enough that he didn’t wake Moltenpaw’s siblings sleeping nearby. The skies were still dark, bleary, like crow feathers. Dawn had yet to break the skies, but if they wanted a fun excursion day then now was the time, “Moltenpaw I want to take you to Primal Instinct, a little field trip into our families history.”
Moltenpaw had been made temp Maverick, it was infuriating, an insult really. He knew Glowstar never liked the class system, but now he knew she was just being petty by giving his only son the lowest class possible. If he was going to be made a Maverick, then so be it, but he was going to make sure Moltenpaw understood just how glorious he was. Their bloodline came from power and although that wasn’t something prized in DayClan he knew that just like himself, Moltenpaw could use that ability to prove himself worthy among the clan.
(I'm really excited about this RP! but for some reason I struggled so much on my first reply, my next will be better xD)
Moltenpaw was instantly wide awake, invigorated by the prospect of not only learning more about his family history but also visiting the League. Both topics were shrouded in mystery and glamour to him. They weren't necessarily forbidden topics but were not spoken of often, especially in the case of the splinter group Pravus Nocte, which haunted the League much the same way Glowstar's kits seemed to haunt DayClan. At least, that was his best guess, he didn't know any better.
"What are we going to do exactly?" He asked quietly as he stretched into a standing position, followed up by a yawn. He had long legs for a cat not yet seven moons and was sure to be just as strong and powerful was his father. Moltenpaw had that fire, too, the kind that not even Glowstar's decision to name him a Maverick could smother. He respected the class system more than the average DayClan member yet none had even tried to order him around... yet.
"We'll do something of a museum tour like the ones DayClan has. I'll show you all of the places we fought and won, everywhere your grandmother has forged our family name. In fact we can start here," He said walking outside of the apprentices den and into camp. "Your grandmother, Vera E'tani ambushed DayClan. For moons DayClan provided us with prey, resources, and information, in fact your aunt and I would visit DayClan as kits to make sure Glowstar was following orders. But then Vera E'tani wanted to destroy something just for the sake of it. So she asked Glowstar to kill Foxstar, but when she refused Vera E'tani used it as an excuse to massacre DayClan. Your ancestors flooded this clan engaging in combat, but ultimately they all ran away. There were about four or so warriors that held the league back, fighting and dying so DayClan could get away. But we were in it for the violence, not to claim their land so we got bored and sort of just awkwardly left. Oh and WinterClan was there, but they just surrounded DayClan and didn't help," Fuzzyheart grumbled, "As for me, I don't remember much about that day. Their warrior Mittens knocked a rock over my head and I sort of just... Passed out from it. It wasn't a good day for me," He reflected.
Moltenpaw followed after his father eagerly, matching the larger tom step-for-step by overextending his legs. He was sure to be big and tall like Fuzzyheart in time but he still had a lot of growing left to do, "Something I've never understood is why the League attacked. You said it was just to destroy something, to cause violence, but it just doesn't seem right. Cats don't act like that unless they want something," Spoken like a true DayClan cat. Even with his illustrious heritage, nurture was almost always stronger than nature. He cocked his head at his father, "Vera must have wanted DayClan's resources. So many Clans are jealous of us, after all. If you are going to cast her as the villain at least give her some credit for wanting a better life."
"Actually Vera did want a better life, she used to live in Pravus Nocte, but she discovered that when she would become thee new ruler her sisters would be killed. Primal Instinct was her better life as Pravus Nocte was similar to Primal Instinct. But Vera was very cold, she would demand that a mother forefeit the weakest of their litters to be killed, but she and our family were the only ones spared from this rule. But she was also very driven, once she had her mind on something she wouldn't let go. Even though it pained her she exiled a few of my siblings for disobeying her. That's what she wanted to teach Glowstar, she demanded she kill Foxstar back so she wouldn't look weak, but Glowstar refused to kill her a second time. It didn't matter how useful Glowstar was, she crossed your grandmother and that was deserving of lives being lost," Fuzzyheart explained.
He had been the first born son and as such he was targeted immensely by siblings, but had enough power to drive them back. His littermates were the only siblings he could trust. He hoped that if Peachblush and him had a second litter that all the siblings would get along unlike him.
"I mean, I know it's true, but it's hard to believe that any cat would order a kit killed without a good reason. Sometimes the weakest kit in the litter grows up to be the strongest cat in the whole Clan," Moltenpaw understood that there was darkness in Pravus Nocte and Primal Instinct. The kind that led them to rip out the throats of their enemies to gain power and influence. He could almost understand it: In all of his battle training and hunting patrols he just felt so alive. His quickened heart beat, tensed muscles, even the blood in the air, it excited him to no end. However, he had appropriate outlets and a fantastic family to support him on his worst and best days. He doubted Vera had that, which led him to his next question, "What are your father, Fuzzyheart? Was he cruel like Vera?"
