I've Got Time To Kill [Justice] Jun 9, 2017 1:10:10 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Jun 9, 2017 1:10:10 GMT -5
All your heads are gonna roll...
When he had initially received his mission to travel to RainClan's camp with Meadowleaf's two orphan kits, Magpiewing had been genuinely surprised. Why Lionstar had chosen HIM for this task had him momentarily mystified, but it had not taken him long to puzzle out the many possible reasons. Lionstar would never trust Mockingbird, and by extension, him for choosing her as his mate. He could give her an apprentice and Magpiewing could try to make him feel guilty about doubting his mate's intentions all he wanted, but he was certain that fact would never change. Separating him from his mate may have been one reason, but it wasn't enough. Looking after two TreeClan kits in another Clan's camp wasn't just typical guard duty Lionstar could push off onto any cat. He briefly imagined his old mentor Adderstrike being assigned such a task and nearly snorted aloud. That hot-headed fleabrain would have started a war in heartbeats.
Perhaps it was part of his own test. Mockingbird had her apprentice, and now he had this mission. The task itself was simple enough. Help to hunt and provide for RainClan, ensure the TreeClan kits KNEW they were TreeClan kits, watch over and protect them from any potential threats, and see them weaned and returned to their rightful Clan. There was nothing inherently difficult, and yet it was an incredibly delicate situation. He was a guest in another Clan's camp and they were very likely to be suspicious of his presence. If he did not conduct himself appropriately, he could endanger the kits, endanger TreeClan's chances of getting the kits back, endanger himself, and skew RainClan's entire perception of TreeClan into a negative light. He could even incite war, if he played the right part. It was tempting, to be sure, but the blame would be far too easily placed solely upon his shoulders.
Magpiewing put on a friendly, easy going, even charming demeanor for the masses. He took all things in stride, never made a fuss, got along with every cat, or at least tried to do so despite their scrutiny over his choice of mate. While the hiccup of Pinkcloud and Nightsky cast some aspersions on him in his otherwise non-eventful past, he had an explanation for it that every cat he had told had so far been mostly understanding of. For all any cat knew, he was the perfect choice for a diplomatic mission. That left both trust and doubt together as reasons Lionstar may have chosen him.
And erring on the side of caution, Lionstar had chosen a cat who had a mate and family waiting back in TreeClan so as to avoid any cross-Clan romance mishaps. After all, he would be staying with RainClan for several moons, plenty of time for some unattached warrior to develop inappropriate feelings for a cat outside their Clan. His family brought with it another reason. Flamekit and Pantherkit were orphans, both their parents had died of greencough. While the RainClan queen that would be nursing them would become their mother figure, they still lacked a surrogate father. Magpiewing had helped to raise three distinct kits who were now apprentices, kits that Lionstar had no suspicion of. He had proven himself as a father, if nothing else. Perhaps that meant something to the golden leader. There were several other reasons, but those were the ones that stood out as the most likely in Magpiewing's mind.
As he sat outside the nursery, he reflected on these thoughts, piecing together just how he wanted to play out this particular stage of his game. He had a whole new Clan to play with, after all, cats that were complete strangers to him, cats he would have to spend time studying, learning how to read their quirks and peculiarities until he could predict their actions and reactions as easily as his own Clanmates. Fortunately, he had a well trained eye for such things after moons upon moons of practice. Besides, the vast majority of cats were simple creatures as easy to discern as the full moon on a cloudless night.
What was truly exciting was that, though RainClan may bear some suspicion toward him for being an outsider, they would not look at him the same way some of his Clanmates looked at him due to his mateship with Grayowl's daughter. RainClan knew next to nothing about Grayowl at all, and even if they did, they certainly wouldn't have any knowledge of his progeny. And simply spending a little time with them would build up a lot of trust on its own, so long as he kept up his usual demeanor and perhaps played a few more sympathy cards as well. He would be missing his family, of course, wondering if he would return to his Clan in time to see his kits receive their warrior names. He was lonely, surrounded by strangers wary of his presence, but of course being chosen for such an important task as looking after these poor little orphaned kits was SUCH an honor.
Yes, he could spin that. Meadowleaf was once TreeClan's deputy for a few short moons, after all. It WAS an honor to be looking after her kits. And their father, Nightshade... oh yes, he had been a close personal friend, he was duty bound to ensure the safety of his friend's kits. He toyed with playing the story up even more, but decided that his looking after Flamekit and Pantherkit being Nightshade's dying wish would simply be a bit too much to be believable. Best to avoid the overdramatic. His bright yellow gaze shifted slowly around the island camp as he worked out his story. He met a few gazes as he did so, dipping his head in greeting and giving an obviously nervous but friendly smile. It would not due to appear overconfident whilst sitting amid a camp full of potential enemies.
I've made your misery my goal.
Fawntastic (thought you might want to read lol)