She was watching the nursery today. Looking at the other queens and the kits that would soon all be moving out of the nursery on to the next part of their lives. In a way it made her sad, how fast they all grew up, but on the other it meant they were no longer so vulnerable and prone to getting sick. She'd done her job as a mother correctly, and as far as she knew none of the gaggle of various kits had been lost in the time she'd been there. It shed a good light on TreeClan as a safe place to be, but there were still things that bothered her.
Her kits were playing, rolling around and chasing what she was pretty sure was some sort of bird feather back and forth in the contained space. It was cute, and she hoped her kits were making friends of their own. After all, even if she wasn't the most social of cats she wanted her kits to have friends. To form bonds here, to fit in.
Moonfeather wanted to speak with Silentsong's mate. She'd heard of the tom mostly from listening to the chatter and gossip of the Clan, but also because he'd been in to see Silentsong and her kits plenty of times. He was not born to TreeClan, and she wanted to talk to him. If she could catch him and it not be taking time away from visiting with Silentsong and the kits, then she'd pull him away. After all, who better to tell her the way things were than a cat that had once been in a similiar place as she and her kits were in now. A loner in a group of cats born to a Clan.
It didn't take long for the tawny warrior to reappear, rolling in fresh moss for his mate and kits. Unaware that Moonfeather wanted to speak with him, Zephyrfang went straight to Silentsong, nuzzling her with a low, steady purr thrumming in his throat, before giving each kit a gentle nudge with his nose. "You're getting as fat as woodpigeons," he mewed, batting them around in a bit of fatherly rough-housing. They responded with indignant squeals, and he soon kept them entertained with their favorite game - Pounce on Dad - though Mockingbird coldly demanded they stop, when Zephyrfang rolled too close to her litter of three.
He snorted, but apologized. Zephyrfang didn't want a reputation for being the kind of jerk who only cared about his immediate family. Besides, those three little bundles of gray fur were going to be in the apprentices' den the same time as his own sons. The tawny warrior wasn't going to be responsible for any bad blood between them.
In any case, Finchkit & Thornkit were tired, and when Silentsong wrapped them up in her fluffy, tortoiseshell plume of a tail, Zephyrfang understood perfectly. With another low purr, he said his goodbyes, and told them not to give their mother too much grief.
It was only when her fellow queen complained about someone's roughousing being too close to her litter that Moonfeather realized the cat of her thoughts was in the nursery. She pawed Amberkit a little to roll the snoozing youngster back into the nest rather than across her other paw and got up, approaching the tom. "Could I speak with you for a few moments, Zephyrfang?"
She dipped her head to Silentsong, waving her tail at the other queen in greeting. Aspenkit and Fawnkit were playing near the nest, so she wasn't too worried about leaving them under the watchful gaze of the other queens, even with Amberkit still sleeping the day away. If the she-kit was still asleep when she got back she'd roll her over and wake her up. Lazy kits missed meals, after all.
This would probably be the best time to catch him when he wasn't busy with patrol or hunting, and she'd been wanting to meet her new friend's mate anyway. She liked Silentsong, she liked Silentsong's kits, the only one missing of the family was the tom-cat that her fellow queen adored so much. In a way it made her sad to see the completed family groups and know her own was lacking, but she told herself she had more than enough love to go around to make up for it.
Post by Fawntastic on Feb 19, 2017 10:13:52 GMT -5
49 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan
This was already the longest conversation he'd had with Moonfeather - another loner, just like himself - but he didn't think negatively of that fact. Zephyrfang talked easily when he got going, but he was the kind of tom with plenty of opinions - and only a pawful of close friends. This hardly bothered him. His whole world was right here in the nursery, the beautiful tortoiseshell who had his heart, and the two little tail-nippers tumbling around at her paws.
"What's up?" Assuming it had something to do with Silentsong, or Thornkit & Finchkit, Zephyrfang listened without any judgment. She was a friend of his mate's, and that meant she was the last cat that would ever speak ill of his Silentsong or their offspring. The other queen, the charcoal she-cat with the piercing amber eyes - she looked like she could give an insult disguised as a compliment with ease.
Not in any particular rush, Zephyrfang took the liberty of sitting. Not before checking for any tiny tails or small, soft kitten paws; the nursery was crowded, so he couldn't stay long.
She waited until they were close to the exit of the nursery before speaking to the tom. "You're the only cat I know that wasn't born into this clan. I wonder if its worth staying here. For myself, at least. My kits will be welcome here, cared for and trained in the ways of this clan. But me? I don't believe in their StarClan, and never will, and half of their codes are stupid. I wonder if I'll be thrown out simply for disagreeing on their code, or because I don't believe as they do. I'm different, I came from a place beyond this valley. I can fish, but my hunting is dismal, and I'm much too old for this 'apprentice' nonsense they keep bantering at me. I know how to hunt, I'm just not any good at it." She sighed, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws, green eyes focusing on the tom.
"Silentsong has been kind to me, and I like it here. What I'd like to know is if its worth even trying to fit in. I'm not like them, I don't want to be like them." She passed a paw against an ear, absently batting at it in agitation. "I love my kits, and I went through so much to get them here. They deserve the safety of this place, but... I don't want to sound like I'm whining, this has just been building for awhile. Am I making any sense?"
Post by Fawntastic on Mar 25, 2017 16:29:43 GMT -5
49 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan
Zephyrfang laughed. Not at her, but at what she said and how she said it. "Half their codes are stupid. They won't kick you out for disagreeing, not unless you make a fox of yourself at Gatherings or on patrols." A large-framed tom, he adjusted his posture once or twice to give any passersby a chance to move without having to squeeze past him. Moonfeather was right - about a lot of things; she was too old for this apprentice stuff, and Zephyrfang thought Lionstar and Gorsetail were kidding themselves if they thought she'd let them call her 'Moonpaw' for six moons. He almost snickered.
Figuring she wanted a genuine answer instead of his amusement over the whole thing, Zephyrfang didn't hesitate to express his own opinions. "Fitting in's not hard. It doesn't mean you have to share tongues with every cat you meet - or even like any of them. If your kits have made this place home, then you know it's a good place to be." Zephyrfang's tufted ears twitched. "You said you could fish? That'd be great - if we were RainClan cats. You can live on your own, but any fishing spots in the whole valley belong to RainClan."
Zephyrfang didn't fear the other Clans. Call him arrogant or sure of himself, but he didn't. That didn't mean he just waltzed into another Clan's territory, though; borders were a big deal here, and he'd understood that even when he was still just a kitten, padding after his father into the woods.
"My sister, Amara, is a loner." Meowed the tawny warrior, thoughtful. "She might welcome the company if TreeClan doesn't work out for you."