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a sort of training-ish thread between rigidpaw and windsweptashes (because even mothers can't escape this cx ) with the pair going down to where the forest clan meeting used to be held to talk politics and stuff <3
It was bed-time, at least for the fledglings. For everyone else, it was the winding down hours; the time when cats were wandering in back from hunts and other daily duties, and a time when cats joined together to talk about their days and preach and pray in the common roomand courtyard. The sound of it all was still a quiet hum below, hushed by distance and layers of aging manor walls.
Up here, it was mostly quiet. The squeal of kits had died down to nothing, soft snores could be heard rising from the nursery, and the only chatter was the soft sounds that could be heard in one of the few sets of upstairs rooms held exclusively for the Mothers, a small meeting room of sorts to allow them to converse away from it all. Really, every room on the second floor bar from the nursery was for the Mothers and the other upperclass of the clan, it was one of the privledges of their station.
Quiently, Windsweptashes padded towards one small side room, considering already the tom he was soon to speak with. Rigidpaw was a slightly curious case; the tom had originally been a student before transferring to being a mother, but he had fit in very quickly. If word down the grape-vine were to be believed, he was one of the gentler ones with the kits; along with Aurorapaw he was better known for being softer with them. The other two mothers he worked with were known for being... Less so -- and Windsweptashes wasn't exactly eager to meet with them, not as much as he was those who he felt slightly more kindred with in spirit when it came to the care of the delicate, vernal life they had been tasked with bringing up.
Poking his head in where it seemed to him all the mothers had gathered, he was sure to keep his voice soft, not keen on waking up any of the sleeping fledglings in the rooms nearby. "Rigidpaw? May I speak with you?" The Commissioner called in gently, hoping he wasn't interrupting some important conversation between all the mothers.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 20, 2022 11:00:08 GMT -5
{I almost lost this post ;-;}
raising his head from where he was grooming a tired kit he mewed "Oh, Of course." He gently got to his paws and picked his way around the sleeping bundles of fur. He hadn't been a mother for to terribly long, but he was enjoying it. Watching the future of the clan, seeing them learn and grow, it filled his heart with joy. His soft orange eyes flicked from one tiny bundle to the next, saying their names to himself as he passed.
Making his way out of the room to stand with the commissioner. "Yes?" His voice still soft, and his large bat ears tilted forward with curiosity. "Is everything alright?" Ridgidpaw thought of the small kits resting in the room, was someone in trouble? He thought to himself. Or was there danger near by? The toms thoughts bounced from one worry to the next. His charming features muddled with concern.
Hearing the concern in the tom's voice, Windsweptashes ears perked up a bit, a slightly embaressed alarm as he realized he had accidentally made the mother think something was wrong. "Oh, no no!" He said, his voice still quiet but his tone rising a bit, waving his paw slightly in extra emphasis that there was indeed nothing to be concerned about going on. In fact, he felt horrible that he'd even implied it, all these poor Mothers had enough things on their paws, enough expectations and duties and work placed on them, to even make most grown adults panic and buckle under the stress of it all -- and all of them were just apprentices, all young teenagers working the jobs that should in any other circumstance been done by cats double their age. The only problem was there weren't any left anymore, or barely any left.
He swallowed down those thoughts for now though; he'd long ago accepted they would always haunt him, that the guilt would always live like a shadow following behind him for the rest of his life, showing up when the moment was just right, and he'd be paralyzed by the weight of it all over again. But he couldn't show that to Ridgidpaw, he couldn't show it to anyone really; he didn't want anyone else to have to deal with his odd problems, not when everyone else had some many of their own. So softly, gently, he forced a warm, thin smile of his face, and tried to carry on light conversation, trying his very best to be reassuring. "Nothing wrong, I promise. I just wanted to talk with you about how your new job is going, how the kits are doing, things like that. So long as you have the time right now, of course."
With a sigh of relief the tom mewed, "Oh, of course, the little ones are all resting and I am sure the other mothers will be fine without me for a moment. " He was glad, he could think of a few kits who where very good at getting into trouble. he stretched his long legs, "Besides i think i could do with a break from being a moving playground!" He purred at his own words, being one of the gentler queens meant being climbed on constantly, he didn't mind though it was what he was good at.
Windsweptashes gave a sympathetic nod to that. "I'm sure it'll do some good to have a break. I'm sure the kittens will be a little disappointed, but it shouldn't take too too long." Windsweptashes assured, stepping aside slightly so that the Mother could walk past him out the doorway into the hall. "I just planned on taking a small day trip and back while we discussed things. And to check out a small thing, a slight patrol to the old clan meeting place." Well, it was an old meeting place for them at least, given the fact that Moonclan no longer really attended gatherings. Isolationism made it an "old" gathering spot to them, despite the fact in reality it was the same gathering spot every other forest clan met at.
"It was something I had to do anyways — unless you really don't want to walk all that far." He said, his offer sincere. The Commissioner had no intent to drag out the Mother all that way if they really, really didn't want to go. He had hoped, slightly, to kill two birds with one stone with the trip — after all, Rigidpaw's position gave them the clearance to technically leave the territory with approval, and it was just to see how the place had held up after all the recent natural disasters that had shook the region — but Windsweptashes wasn't inclined to force Rigidpaw to do anything. He was wholly sympathetic to the jobs of the small quartet of cats that took care of the clan's fledglings; he was sure it was a hard position, one he wished they hadn't been forced with the labor of and one which he certain was exhausting and emotionally taxing even for cats like Rigidpaw who wholly seemed happy with it. If the tom needed a break from being on his feet all day, Windsweptashes would have been more than happy to oblige.
