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Igziq waited silently in the background, as she usually did, for the deputy, now her son Crow, to finish making patrols. He didn't know it yet, but his morning was already occupied with something else, something he couldn't control. As soon as he finished she approached him and have him a light tap on the shoulder. "You're coming with me for the morning. I don't care about whatever you had planned, we need to talk." The bengal met his eyes for a moment before turning away and striding towards the camp's exit.
He could feel the burn of eyes on his pelt no matter where he tread, and Crow knew without turning that it was his mother's piercing gaze on him. "Yeah, just take a patrol towards the meadows. Check it out. FallClan has been extra quiet lately; we just want to confirm they aren't up to anything." Southernskies nodded and dismissed himself just in time for Igziq to approach, leaving her son alone for whatever it was she had planned for them. "Talk about what?" Though, knowing he wouldn't get an answer until she was ready to give one, Crow merely sighed and limped after his mother.
She lead them to a shaded place not far from the camp, but well out of earshot of any gossipers. "I saw the whole meeting the other day with Sootstep. I'm staying here for a bit, in SummerClan." She enjoyed the nomadic lifestyle, but between her grandkits and her now her son rising up, she had no choice but to make sure that idiot Sootstep didn't screw things up. "I'm going to help you make sure that you keep what you deserve." Her blood boiled at Sootstep's accusations as they resurfaced in her memory. "That idiot Sootstep is jealous, and jealousy is dangerous. He wants to shut you down, he wants you exiled. Of course, I would never let it get to that point." She paused. "Anyway, focus on Ratstar. In the end he has all the power. Maybe the medicine cat too. Your clanmates will follow them, or most of them will."
"No, I don't need you to slow down or anything like that. Thanks for asking." Even being so close to camp, keeping up with Igziq's long-legged, nimble stride was difficult, the underused muscles in his bad leg throbbing by time he caught up. If she noticed, she sure didn't show it, already diving into the real reason she had for leading him out here. He sighed. "I've been trying to forget about all that. I've heard that Sootstep is vocal about his...disapproval of the deputies, but...maybe he's right, you know? Maybe I'm not cut out for this, or maybe I won't be loyal enough when it matters, or I'll make the wrong decisions for SummerClan's future. I don't know." He was loathe to admit the tom's words were scathing enough to get to him, but it did have him reconsidering if Ratstar was right to choose him after all, especially so soon after he joined as a member of the clan. Not to mention, until now, his track record with clans wasn't something to brag about---SunClan speaking for itself, him barging guns blazing into NightClan---and he certainly hadn't planned on joining one until he met Orchiddrop. Maybe there was a reason he was so bad at being in clans. Maybe Sootstep was right.
She had never been a fan of corporal punishment, but a certain level of idiot warranted it. She just slapped him across the face, claws sheathed. "Listen to yourself. Have some confidence, you've done more than most cats in this sorry place. How many cats here were hated for their name? None of them. How many waited for moons to see cat? That kind of loyalty is rare." She paused. "I know you've also done some exceedingly dumb stuff. We all do that, just don't do it again. I'm sure Ratstar's made some mistakes, like keeping that freak around for so long. Just learn from them and move on." Certainly easier said than done. When she led the Coalition, the culture was more to silence the opposition. SummerClan didn't have that cutthroat mindset, so a lot of her techniques wouldn't work well. "If he faults you for making a mistake then he'd be no better as a leader."
"OW! Jeez, what's with you and Ray with the smacking?!" He hissed and rubbed a paw against his cheek, shooting daggers at his mother, but the severity lessened as she continued speaking. Igziq was not an emotional cat by far---that was something Crow inherited from Ghostcrown---but her matter-of-fact manner and hard tone made her honesty ring more clearly than someone who readily gave out compliments. It warmed him from the inside out. And then she mentioned the exceedingly dumb stuff and his smile faltered. "Way to ruin the moment, Ma. Anyway, I'm trying to do my best, but can someone like...me really be best for SummerClan?" The clan was so warm and inviting and soft, where he felt the weight of a thousand moons press down on his shoulders from all he'd seen, experienced, done. It was like the clan stood still in time, opposed to the wilds of life, while the world spun around it and let chaos reign.
"The difference is that Ray smacks you because your face makes a great smacking sound, and I smack you because you're an idiot." She smacked him again. "I didn't think I could give birth to one but you're really making me second guess that." She sighed and shook head. After all he had been through, was he really letting some random tom drag him down? "Let's put it like this." She looked up to sky, where in the early morning light some stars were still faintly visible. "You're one of those stars, okay? You have your little friend group and you know all the stars around you, and some from farther away. You know what you've done to affect your neighbors, but nothing outside of them. Ratstar is like us. He can see what you've done from a larger perspective. He sees potential in that larger view, even if you're too near-sighted to see it yourself. Believe in the fact that he believes in you."
