The King And The Knave [GL Day 30] Nov 14, 2017 0:35:51 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Nov 14, 2017 0:35:51 GMT -5
Now tell me all about your pain, down to the detail...
It hadn't yet been a moon since Magpiewing had finally returned to TreeClan with Pantherkit and Flamekit. While Flamekit had been excited at first, buying into his suggestion that he was a lucky little kit, getting to leave camp before he was an apprentice, the novelty had worn off quickly. Both toms missed Echoshade terribly. Pantherkit had stopped talking to everyone except him and his brother and the two of them were constantly trying to leave camp, with Flamekit wailing at the cats that took them back to the nursery that they wanted to go home. It was all very upsetting for the majority of the Clan. Magpiewing had been rather amused at first, but it was beginning to grow a bit old.
He kept up his visits to the kits, assuring them he hadn't abandoned them in this strange place they were forced to live. He kept them attached. It clearly wasn't enough to keep them TreeClan just yet, but that was to be expected. Kits were generally closer with their mothers at such a young age, and it was Echoshade they had lost. Not only her, but her two daughters as well, who the toms had viewed as siblings. Trading all three of them and getting to keep only him was hardly fair. But, for the time being, they would provide some amusement, upsetting the normal calm in TreeClan's camp with their antics, and as they got older the potential in them to cause trouble for TreeClan grew exponentially.
Even if they did finally settle, they could prove useful eventually. He would encourage Owlpaw to spend time with them, make them feel like family, get close to them. Mockingbird had high hopes for him, after all, and a few supportive, expendable followers would never hurt. He thought about finding Owlpaw as he padded back into camp after a hunt, jaws laden with prey, when Lionstar's sister bounced over to him rather unexpectedly. She followed him to the freshkill pile, informing him that Lionstar wanted to talk to him, before bouncing off on her way again. Magpiewing resisted the urge to roll his eyes after her, setting down his catch and turned to survey the ancient stump for a moment.
With a flick of his tail like a shrug, he made his way to the esteemed leader's den and paused outside, like any well mannered warrior, “Lionstar? Rowanberry said you'd like to speak with me?” He waited to be invited inside and then sat lightly before the golden tom, wrapping his plumed black tail neatly around his paws. He was rather certain this chat would have something to do with those kits, but outwardly he appeared curious and perhaps a tad confused, “What can I do for you, Lionstar?”
Don't say it's love, your fragile heart feeds my contempt.