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With a gentle tug, Forsworn pushed his way through a decorative and thorny bush. It had been covering a hole in the fence surrounding the house he thought his father now resided in. It had been a rough few weeks for him between the attack on SunClan, the fire that destroyed a great deal of the territory, and most traumatic, facing his mother in battle. He had realized she didn’t care for him and that his other relations did have some feelings for him either. The ginger warrior was having a crisis. After the destruction of his birth clan and the move to SunClan, he had distanced himself from his father’s side of the family. It had been meant to prove that he was loyal to his mother’s clan. However unknowingly he had just gotten rid of the only family that probably cares for him.
So now he was here to seek advice from his father. The senior cat had a lifetime of experience that might help. At the rate Forsworn was going he feared he would end up without a home or family. His current mission to find himself and his family might alienate him from SunClan.
Resting on a comfortable outdoor chair in the yard, the black tom was stretched out on his back with his eyes closed and rumbling contentedly. His dark coat was streaked with white now as if he had dipped his muzzle and whiskers into a pile of snow and never rubbed it off. Despite the scars and the hard muscles beneath his sleek coat, he was truly beginning to look like a kittypet now: he was lying in a vulnerable position, completely unconcerned, and beneath his fur, he was beginning to look plump.
He wasn't entirely changed, however, and his ear twitched at the sound of a cat pushing through the bushes, accompanied by a clan scent. Landon rolled over and peered at the opening until recognition flashed in his eyes, and a wicked grin dawned over his features.
"Who goes there? You almost look like my son, but he never comes to see his poor elderly father, so you must be someone else."
Forsworn would have blushed if a cat was capable of it, he settled for looking sheepish instead. Though a little part of him wanted to ask if any of his other siblings bothered to visit Landon. Of course what his father said was true, he hadn’t really seen Landon since WaterClan collapsed. That did not feel great. “Ah sorry about that. SunClan is a tad cult-like.” It was a poor excuse at best but it was the truth. Outside ties were forbidden, or at least he was led to believe that. “I’m not sure if I fit in there.” He flopped down on the grass, not quite comfortable enough to sit on the chair.
Landon was fairly certain his son did not belong there, and never had. He had kept his mouth shut when his children chose to head to SunClan, because he had no right to tell them to stay away from their mother, and they needed to learn these lessons for themselves. He knew his family, though, and he knew enough of the other clan that he was confident they wouldn't fit in at all. It was a harsh, strict clan, and it had a bloody history. He didn't know much of what was happening there now, but he could guess at the blanks in his memory and they must be doing worse than ever.
"That may be, but you said an oath," he reminded Forsworn sternly. "When you became a SunClan warrior, you told them you wouldn't leave. Are you sure you want to desert them now?" Despite being a kittypet now, the former warrior still had a mind for loyalty. He wanted his son to leave and be in a clan that would make him happy, but leaving SunClan would prove difficult, and Forsworn needed to be certain.
That answer did not surprise him, it was pretty much exactly what he had came her for. Regardless it still was a disappointing answer, a little bit of him just wanted his Dad to tell him outright to leave SunClan. “I know, it was just so different when Mom and Littlestar were in charge. I mean she had her moments, but she wasn’t a tyrannical murder who tried to kill half her clan.” Bloodystar really took SunClan in a whole new direction and not a good one. Not to mention Forsworn was pretty sure it was his fault that SunClan was on fire for like the third or fourth time. Natural disasters were just growing old for him.
“I just want to actually figure out what I want, what it is that I need.” It could be considered almost comical the way Forsworn was whining to his father. Though it would do nothing to make Landon see him as a responsible adult. In all honesty the ginger tom was probably having a mid-life crisis with no support system. Which while it was hard, it was far from the roughest life a cat could lead.
Landon bit back a laugh. Vixenkismet, or Foxstar as she'd been then, was certainly a tyrannical murderer. The only reason she had killed half her clan was that she was too busy killing two-thirds of every other clan. As much as he admired and missed her sometimes, he had no desire to get close to her and her tantrums anymore. She was more stable now, so he'd heard, but he didn't know how much he could trust that. The one thing he knew for certain was that Forsworn's mother was a stellar liar.
The black tom rose to his paws and stretched languidly, arching his back and letting the sun warm his sleek fur. Then he sprang down from the chair and approached Forsworn, studying him with clear eyes. "You said you don't fit in," he mused. "Does that mean you haven't given me any grandsons? Maybe all you need is some more family in your life." He perked up immediately. "Why, you could stay here for a few days! Urania wouldn't mind, and then you could meet your half-brothers. They're nearly as big as you now!"
Forsworn frowned slightly as his father mentioned grand-kits. While he did not have anything against kits, they just did not seem like a thing he needed right now. "Oh, I don't think I exactly ready for kits just yet." Considering he didn't even know where he wanted to live, having children was far from his mind. Plus he did not want to be like his mother and have kits with anyone. He wanted to have a relationship with whoever was going to be the other half. Partially because he did not want to be the only one in charge of a bunch of little gremlins, but but also because he was growing to hate being alone.
"Really? It must have been sometime since I last saw them." Actually now thinking about it, he wondered if he had ever saw them. Perhaps he was mistaking them with some other set of kits. Frankly it was hard enough keeping track of his maternal half-siblings to worry about his two kittypet paternal half-siblings.
Landon wasn't worried about the lack of grandchildren. He understood some cats didn't want to have kits, like his little brother Chimerastar, and others just wanted to take their time. He hadn't wanted kits so young either, but once it happened he couldn't imagine life without them. Forsworn, Steepfall, Saltpile, Slaughterfish, and Dawnguard had been his whole world and he adored them since the moment they met. They were too young then to remember, but the litter had helped him through some tough times.
"You must have last seen them when my mother died," he guessed. The whole family had come together for Phoenixstar's final death, though his sons had only been a moon old then. "They've changed a lot since then, and they're so much trouble! Your litter were all pranksters, but I knew how to handle clan kits. Cygnus and Orion are wild in whole new ways. You know they got kidnapped when they were only eight moons old?" Landon sounded proud.
“Oh course they did.” He couldn’t help but grin. That sounded about right for kits or rather apprentices, heading off and getting trouble. Of course his father would find that amusing. He had been a caring, attentive parent even if he did not have many or any rules. It had been fun growing up like that. Plus he craved any sort of parental affection since his mother did not seem to care too much about him. But to be fair she had so many children, they probably registered as less important to her than she did to them. Forsworn was working on dealing with that.
“But otherwise no more troubles?” He asked. The ginger tom was pretty sure twolegs sent away kits at certain age. It had to be around the time that apprentices were made in the clans. Then again he also had heard horror stories where twolegs keep whole clans of cats in small houses.
