A Proposition of Mutual Benefit [Eagletalon] Jan 24, 2015 20:54:50 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Jan 24, 2015 20:54:50 GMT -5
Curled up in the shadows the rocks, eyes like glowing embers peered out from the shade, the one flaw to Blacksmoke’s dark disguise. Her paws were tucked neatly beneath her, her tail pulled tightly against her side as she observed her Clanmates going about their daily routines. She had already performed her duty on the dawn patrol and now had time to herself. Her ears angled toward the nursery, recently filled with Hawkstar’s own mate and kits, as a mewl reached her. Ever since Hawkstar’s litter had arrived only a short few days ago, kits had been heavy on Blacksmoke’s mind.
There had been plenty of litters before, of course, but for some reason it was the leader’s kits that caught her attention and made her think. She had never been interested in that life, the life of a queen. Kits were incredibly needy, required near constant attention, not that she was unable to give that. As a watcher and observer, Blacksmoke was quite confident in her ability to keep kits safe and in line, but she had never felt much desire to find out. Being cooped up in the nursery was not entirely her idea of a great way to spend time.
However, she was a she-cat, and StoneClan deserved her service to the fullest extent. Providing kits for the Clan was an important duty, she realized. If all she-cats felt as she had previously, then StoneClan would die out within a generation. And her brothers had yet to find mates for themselves. Though the Clan came before family for Blacksmoke, she supposed she had a duty to them as well, to ensure their bloodline continued on in future StoneClan generations. And she wasn’t getting any younger either; if she waited too long her kit-bearing days would pass her by, her duty as a she-cat of StoneClan unfulfilled.
With these things in mind, the smoky black she-cat had begun to look at the available toms of the Clan in a new way. Which of them was a proven warrior, tried and tested? Which had she seen succeed in battle personally? Which of them brought back the most prey for the freshkill pile? Which displayed both strength and intelligence? There were so few that were up to her standards, it was rather disappointing, but she had finally settled one, two actually, but only if the first refused.
Her ember gaze scanned the camp and picked out that particular tom. She watched him interact briefly with a Clanmate and waited for them to leave before rising smoothly to her paws. She arched her back in a stretch before padding his way on silent paws. She stopped before him, “Hello, Eagletalon.” Normally she saw these simple greetings as superfluous but considering her next words she supposed she should begin with them, “I believe we would make a good match, if you are agreeable, and that our kits would be assets to StoneClan.”