Post by Insidious on Nov 15, 2016 13:36:34 GMT -5
DIMSTAR
leader of nightclan
Dimstar weaved his way through camp and made a beeline for the apprentices’ den. It had been a long time—too long, frankly—since he checked up on the progress of the apprentices, and with some unusual free-time on his paws, he figured it was as good of a time as any to spend some one-on-one time with the first one he saw. He had been on the verge of poking his head inside, prepared to hand-pick someone out of the bunch, before he was stopped mid-entry by none other than his only daughter. The tall, gray tom took a step back, and then he tipped his head down to meet her eyes. He supposed she would do just fine.
“Sootpaw,” he greeted monotonously. “Do you have some time to spare?” He spoke to her in the same cold, detached fashion that he spoke to everyone. Just because she was his daughter, and shared his blood, didn’t mean she got a special reaction from him. Truthfully, he viewed her in the same light as the rest of the apprentices in NightClan. She was a promising individual that would make an excellent addition to the warriors’ den, and he looked forward to watching her grow into the next phase of her life for the same reasons he looked forward to seeing the other apprentices do it: It meant more warriors for NIghtClan, and more warriors for NightClan meant more bodies to act in its defense should it need to be defended. The Clan was a well-oiled machine, and blood-relation to the Clan leader or not, Sootpaw was one figure among many that acted towards its prolonged success.
It was an odd relationship to have, perhaps, but Starlingcry had agreed to be his mate—and to mother his kits—knowing fully well what kind of father he would be to them. He was involved, he listened to them, and he would be a father to them when they required a father, but he was also a leader—NightClan always came first. She might’ve thought for a moment that he wanted to speak with her alone because she was his daughter, and it had been a while since they spent time together, but soon enough she’d realize it was about checking in on her progress with Redcloud.
“Sootpaw,” he greeted monotonously. “Do you have some time to spare?” He spoke to her in the same cold, detached fashion that he spoke to everyone. Just because she was his daughter, and shared his blood, didn’t mean she got a special reaction from him. Truthfully, he viewed her in the same light as the rest of the apprentices in NightClan. She was a promising individual that would make an excellent addition to the warriors’ den, and he looked forward to watching her grow into the next phase of her life for the same reasons he looked forward to seeing the other apprentices do it: It meant more warriors for NIghtClan, and more warriors for NightClan meant more bodies to act in its defense should it need to be defended. The Clan was a well-oiled machine, and blood-relation to the Clan leader or not, Sootpaw was one figure among many that acted towards its prolonged success.
It was an odd relationship to have, perhaps, but Starlingcry had agreed to be his mate—and to mother his kits—knowing fully well what kind of father he would be to them. He was involved, he listened to them, and he would be a father to them when they required a father, but he was also a leader—NightClan always came first. She might’ve thought for a moment that he wanted to speak with her alone because she was his daughter, and it had been a while since they spent time together, but soon enough she’d realize it was about checking in on her progress with Redcloud.
but if all we are is just machines
384 | @poptart | leaf-fall twenty five
