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The raven queen, mother of darkness, monikers she laughed at. Laughed like a sheepish she-cat being flirted with for the first time. Followed up by a wicked grin and reminder to not forget it. Morgana was proud of what she was, proud of where she was, no shame in how she had gotten here. At times she worried, worried Ravenna-chan didn't have enough struggle in her own life. Felt perhaps she should be faced with a more challenging youth as her mother was.
Then the thought passed when Morgana recalled how gruesome mage training could be. It was made harder when one had siblings to compete with, but her little raven was blessed to be an only child. Something Morgana had been pleased with, she hadn't wanted multiple little mouths begging her for things, hadn't needed the dependence, nor possessed the patience for more than on youngling.
"Child." She called softly to her sleeping daughter, tucked further within their den. The shaman absently sorting through herbs, ears listening for the potential caw of a raven. Her birds hadn't visited her yet and they usually came in the morning. But they might be just as likely to disappear for days, the birds fickle things.
The chain of slumber pulled her in tightly. Her ears pricked up at the sound of a voice calling her name. Or rather, the simple title that was given to every new creature on earth.
The word 'child' was slightly sour to Ravenna, as she didn't exactly feel like a child - or a normal one, anyways.
Waves of pearly white underneath light brown roses moved as Reva parted her jaws to let out a yawn. The tiny kitten stood up and shook her pelt delicately. "Yes, mother?" For a youngling, her speech was always formal, calm, intelligent. Like any situation she was in was completely under her control. Her voice never betrayed. Perhaps she picked up this habit from Morgana, or was forced into a calm and clever person because of her important role and duties.
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POSTEDMar 6, 2019 3:48:49 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Morgana hummed in thought, paws still absently touching herbs as she blinked, slowly coming out of her internal contemplation. "I thought we might go out to gather some herbs today, perhaps teach you some emergency techniques. Little interesting things thrown in to help make the task of gathering herbs a little less mind numbing." She spoke slowly, her thoughts still seeming distracted. Before she suddenly stood and slipped from the den. Eyes scanning the old looming tree that stood like a silent sentient near camp. Within it's branches sat a raven, her daughters namesake in a way, the intelligent bird cocked it's head as it spotted Morgana's familiar pelt before it gave a caw and flew off. Letting out a sigh and a little groan she realized the birds might be more annoying in the coming days than she'd like.
Especially when she was trying to focus on getting Ravenna-chan started.
Reva furrowed her brow in a dazed state. She shook the sleepiness from her head and blinked twice at her. "Alright, I see." The small white raven watched her mother pad out of their den and calmly followed her a few moments later. A raven held the firm branches of a tree, before flying off into the endless sky. She watched, watched the black feathered bird glide across the clouds, her eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
She didn't hate her name, in any way. However, she feels like she wouldn't have been comfortable with any name her mother had given her. She would've rather been able to be in full control of her identity, as silly as it sounded. Of course, ravens were extremely important to Morgana, and the mage herself had grown too fond of the winged creatures. She shrugged it off.
Her eyes drifted back to her mother. She often wondered what it was like to have siblings. Being her mother's only daughter, it was only natural she'd grow up to claim the spot. However, she wouldn't have been too upset at the prospect of a challenge. She wasn't labeled as a hothead for nothing.
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POSTEDMar 7, 2019 7:33:11 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Would you like to get something to eat before we set off?" Morgana asked, finally turning to peer at her daughter once more. They had done no training as of yet, oh Reva knew herbs well enough but more from being in the Shamans den. When Morgana set off to gather more, well today would be the first time she was taking Ravenna-chan with her. She was also often absent in the mornings so she was unsure if her daughter was the type to eat early. Or like other cats who choose to wait until later in the day to eat.
Morgana herself rarely ate more than once in a day. She ate mainly to fill in the motions and keep healthy, not because she ever felt any hunger. Her siblings had always told her it made her a freak, one of the walking dead. Morgana thought it made her stronger, gave her more time to focus on other pursuits.
Ravenna-chan thought about it for a while. She wasn't the type to discard food for an important duty, however she felt completely energized from her sleep. Besides, Reva didn't like to fill up her stomach in the morning.
"No, I'm alright," She replied. "I'd much rather eat later on."
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POSTEDMar 9, 2019 21:10:33 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Come along then." Morganna hummed as she waved her tail and beckoned the other to follow along after her. The shaman moving softly out of camp, pace leisurely as she felt no rush. They had the whole day and well, if someone needed their attention she was sure they could wait. "With the new territory I will admit I still haven't learned every place for herbs, so today could hold some new discoveries as well."
"That's nice. I haven't had much time to explore," her voice had a playful tone to it. Ravenna wasn't always wise-cracking but every once in a while she could be. The white mage padded obediently after her mother, her silvery golden fur standing out against Morgana's dark rosettes. Her brooding eyes circled the sky, watching the clouds silently as they peeled through the icy white sky.
"How was the old territory?" The question seemed out of the blue, but Reva was genuinely curious about how her mother lived before she had her.
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POSTEDMar 13, 2019 1:17:54 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Interesting." Was the first word that came to mind to describe it, "the clans and other revolutionary groups were closer by. Loners and rouges were more easily encountered. Out here on the island we are isolated. To interact with those outside the League you must make a trip of it, which is a hassle I won't undertake very often. But before, before you had endless opportunities to cause trouble and find mischief if you so desired." Morgana herself had used their proximity to outsiders to her advantage while hunting down the perfect father for her kits. It was how she found Altaire.
"Hmm," The small bengal listened closely to her mother talk. "Being closer to other clans and groups could've been good for certain transactions. Good for getting allies as well," She sounded like she wasn't even speaking to Morgana, but just talking to herself. "Although I guess it's better if you don't like getting involved in those situations." Somehow, Ravenna didn't mind knowing she was on an island far away from outsiders.
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POSTEDMar 20, 2019 1:23:45 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"I don't think there was ever much drive for alliances." Morgana chuckled at the thought. Though as she thought back she recalled a time where Vera briefly aligned herself with some clan. But the shaman had paid so little notice that it had slipped her mind that name or names if it had been more than one. "The island has useful areas though, the varied environments give the herbs plenty of places to grow. For now we're going to check the edges of the cliff face."
Reva tried to picture what the territory would've looked like. It was quite hard, if she was being honest. It's difficult to see things differently from the environments you grew up in. The whole island was Ravenna's life. She nodded politely at her mother's instructions.
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POSTEDMar 25, 2019 18:04:11 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
As Morgana lead them towards the cliffs she took a moment to consider sending Altaire to take their daughter to the old territory. The tom having spoken of wanted to take her on a trip, but she knew even if she were to ask it would do little to influence his decision if he had already made one. "Watch your step child. It would be a shame if you fell over the edge." Her own steps were sure, from multiple journeys to these dangerous edges. "We are looking for belladonna."
Her white paws glided across the ground, almost not listening to the Shaman speaking to her. She lifted her head at her mother's warning. "Belladonna... nightshade." Reva whispered under her breath.
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POSTEDMar 31, 2019 17:57:56 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Morgana paused, turning to look towards her daughter and deciding to let her find the belladonna. Wondering if Reva could do it just from her knowledge of the herb from when she had helped sort through herbs in the shamans den. Or from vague context clues. Perhaps a little unfair of the shaman, but she would never be called a fair teacher, often harsh and perhaps a bit too critical.
Reva stopped for a while her eyes looking around the cliff. One look into Morgana's eyes told her that she had to get to work. She looked for any sight of belladonna.
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POSTEDApr 22, 2019 20:05:02 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The shaman wandered to the cliffs edge and watched the waves crash against the rocks below. Mind turning over future events that would play out, wondering if perhaps she should be prepared with a some last wishes. Who knew how Altaire would react once Morgana had her litter of kits; kits that were obviously not his. She looked forward to the games that would come of it.
The mage raised her eyes and glanced at her mother for a second. Her young mind tried to think about what she would be thinking, her eyes watching the endless sea. Ravenna looked back down, her paw moving leaves to get a better look.
