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How long had he wanted his own den? Chimerastar could hardly remember a time when he wouldn't give everything for some privacy, and yet now that he had it, he didn't want it.
It was midnight and he couldn't sleep, and the darkness just reflected his thoughts back at him.
Chim groaned as he slowly dragged himself from his nest and into the open cave. He filled out his form now, and with nine lives coursing through him he looked strong and like a real leader. He never felt like one, though, if anything he felt older than ever, like his entire coat should be grey instead of just his muzzle. He shook his head. Age wouldn't matter now, it would just take one life out of the collection and he had far too many left. He'd have to find some other way to spend his time than waiting for time to take him. His ears pricked, the leader glanced sideways around the camp to see if anyone else was awake.
A little kit had found herself bored and wide awake. It was often that she was awake late at night, and also often that she was chastised by the queens of the clan. Meadowkit didn’t care, though. She was a free spirit and went about as if it didn’t bother her. Why should she stress if she couldn’t sleep? So she had snuck out of the little caved den and then seen the leader.
“Hey.” She squeaked softly, her purple eyes gazing at the tom widely. “How come you don’t ever come see the queens? Do you just always avoid us?” Meadowkit was smart and observant. She could tell that there was something off, how he avoided the kits and any where near the den.
"Yes." The leader said nothing as he turned sharply to stalk back to his den, thinking he might just try and go back to sleep after all. He couldn't help glancing down at her as he turned, just a flash in the corner of his eye, but it was enough. Enough to see that familiar coat and those soft eyes and hear her words once more and he thought the jolt might stop his heart, but instead it just stopped his paws. His jaw clenched like he was trying not to cry and then he took a shallow breath and regained his breath and the moment was over.
He couldn't walk away.
"What are you doing up?" he asked, softer now, just slightly. "You should be asleep."
“I dunno.” She mewed, shuffling her paws together a few times as she looked down at them. “Sometimes I just can’t sleep.” Her siblings seemed to sleep much more sound than herself. Meadowkit looked up then, her brows furrowed. “Are you going to make me go back to my nest?” Her eyes rounded with worry that she would again, have to lay in the nest for hours bored because sleep would not come to her.
He sighed. "I probably should." He wouldn't, though, and that defeat was clear in his tone. He looked around the camp, then padded closer to his den and sat down, flicking his ears for her to follow. "I'll stay up with you."
His first words made her drop her eyes, and then suddenly he had told her he wouldn’t! Excitement surged through her body as she bounced to her paws and then made her way to the leader, lowering herself to lay down, her back slightly pressing into his chest. “Can you tell me a story? The queens say that the best stories are told at night.”
“You don’t want to hear my stories, kid. Give you nightmares.... but there must be one of your Mom’s I can share.” He closed his eye, thinking back tentatively. Which moment was right? Not too personal, not too raw or tragic? “Have you heard many stories of her?”
“Sometimes Gravelshell talks about her, or Juniper.” She mewed as she settled herself into the older cat’s furs, making herself nice and comfortable. “Did you know her before she was leader?” Her eyes were round with curiousity.
"Not really." Chim sighed. "I didn't know many cats well back then. I'd seen her around, but I wasn't... exactly... open to meeting others. I expect she hated me like the rest." A hint of a smile.
“Gravelshell told me that Violetstar was incapable of hate... do you think she told me a lie on accident?” Meadowkit was serious, eyes wide with the fear that maybe her mother wasn’t so pure after all. “Was she really just a mean cat?” She was so innocent, so small, so curious.
The ginger tom looked down at her with a small shake of his head and a sigh. "It's more complicated than that, Meadowkit... but now. She was... she was a good cat, and she did her best to find good in everyone. She found it in me; there's your proof she was good at it."
“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have my mother here.” She confessed, looking at the stone floor, the shimmer of moonlight reflecting on the stone floors, and the soft roar of the waterfall echoing the cavern.
"She would be there for you, always," he promised her, a hint of reverence in his voice. "She was like that. She would have been so happy to have you... if she could be here right now, she would, she'd keep you warm and smiling and that would be enough to make her happy. You'd be a proper family." His voice was distant, his eyes slightly closed as he pictured his own mother now, lost at the same time as his leader. He had not been an easy kit but he had loved her fiercely and she him, and he wouldn't trade that for the world.
The dilute calico half closed her eyes, a clear sign of her relaxation in the moment. Then her attention sparked once more and she found herself asking yet another question. “Families have fathers, and I didn’t have one. Could I still have been her family without a father?” More questioned burned through her mind, but she didn’t dare ask who her father was. It seemed like a rather touchy subject to the rest of the clan, and the first time she had asked, she’d been shoved away and hissed at.
"Some cats are better off without a father." He was honest and a bit sad, because he wasn't talking about her father this time-- though it certainly applied. Looking down at her so innocent and sweet reminded him in turn of his own kits, his own kits that certainly would be better off without him.
“You really think so?” Meadowkit mewed. “I always wondered who my father was.” It was a statement, not a question meant to be asked. The kitten shuffled her paws a little as she leaned over into the leader.
“I do. Some cats aren’t meant to be fathers. Others only cause harm to their kits.” He didn’t like keeping secrets from her but it wasn’t his to share. That was Juniper’s decision.
