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Rosethorn had finally started to feel a little more at ease in Nightclan. It wasn't Summerclan, and she missed her sister, nieces, and nephews immensely, but there were the glimmers of new friendships here in Nightclan. Foxkit was getting a little older now too, and while he was often sick he had a resilient nature and she found that her fierce love for her kit outshone any negative emotions.
"Why don't we go for a walk?" She asked her son one night, after they had both eaten and Phantomfox had gone off to attend to his neverending duties. She missed being important, being useful, and she was starting to wonder if she might train as a warrior after Foxkit was promoted. It was not as flashy as her former deputy title, but it was better than sitting alone in the nursery all day. "It's a beautiful night."
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Foxkit let out a loud purr. "A walk! Where do you wanna walk, Mama?" He was as eager as ever, despite his rather frail condition. He looked at his mother with adoring eyes. Unlike his parents, he had yet to see the traumas or the darkness that lingered at the corners of life in the forest. His spirit had not been tarnished, even though things were admittedly a little difficult sometimes. He was soft and sweet still, ready to take on the world. This would probably never change about the tom; he couldn't imagine there would come a day where he failed to see the good in the world.
There was nothing Rosethorn loved more in this world than her son. In the moons since her traumatic birthing experience, the grief for her unnamed, stillborn kits had lessened, feeding into a deeper appreciation for her one living child. She had always felt second-best in her childhood, outshone by her dutiful and talented older sister, and she was determined that Foxkit would know every day how deeply she valued him- he would never feel the same lack she had.
"Let's walk to that puddle we found the other day, near the edge of camp. Remember we saw that frog there?" The long-furred gray and cream queen started off in that direction, enjoying the temperate night air. "Did you do anything exciting with your dad today?"
Foxkit looked instantly excited, a skip in his step at the idea of going on a walk with his mom. He loved his parents, and he felt his mother's love all of the time. Other cats teased him for the ways his parents doted on him, and for the fact he was chronically sick, but it never put a damper on his parade. Even being the kitten everyone wasn't sure about, though, he was happy, truly happy.
"Maybe we'll see the frog again! Frogs are so cool, mama. I like them, they're nifty," he meowed with a grin. He followed alongside her, his tail flicking. "Yeah!" he then meowed. "Dad told me about dragons! He told me a story about... Lightkit I think her name was, and how she saved the clan from a dragon! He told me that Lightkit and I would be best friends!"
Rosethorn laughed, nosing his little head with a gentle nudge as they walked. Something about his innocence, his unburdened existence, did more for her spirits than any adult cat could. There had been days when she had been as carefree as him- days long past, having bled into the fuzziness of childhood- and she almost wished she could return to them.
"That sounds like a lovely story," she told him, flicking her tail behind her as she walked. "And I'm sure you would be. You could befriend anything with a heartbeat." Rosethorn knew that her son could be a little too naive sometimes, but that was a rare thing in this world. "You should meet your cousin Cinderpaw. You two would be great friends- you're very similar. Maybe when you're an apprentice we can visit Summerclan."
"It was! Lightkit saved her whole clan! One day, Mama, I wanna save my whole clan!" This seemed very unlikely, given the particular circumstances surrounding his life, but a tom could dream ! At mention of Cinderpaw, his eyes widened and his little feet tapped in excitement as he shifted his weight back and forth. "That would be so fun!" he grinned. He remembered nothing about SummerClan. He had been too young before he was taken to NightClan, the only clan that he'd grown up to see as his home. Perhaps this was strange, especially because he didn't have an ounce of NightClan blood in him,he didn't think. "Do I have other cousins too? Are they all cool like me?" His nose crinkled as he let out a soft laugh, butting his mother with his shoulder playfully.
"You have six cousins," said Rosethorn, after simply smiling encouragingly at his declaration about saving Nightclan. She knew, deep down, that he would never be a great warrior. But neither would she, and no one was more understanding of that than herself. Starclan, she had even become deputy without knowing how to fight- there were other ways to make your way in the world. "Cinderpaw, Crownedpaw, Firepaw, Oceanpaw, Eveningpaw, and Drizzlepaw. Though they were all kits like you when we left. They'd all love you, and when we visit I'll teach you how to weave flower crowns. I used to be one of the best at that."
"That's so many!" he meowed with a widened gaze, the smile on his face widening. "They have such cool names. I bet they're all just the absolute best! I'm sure we'd all be best friends and then we could do some fun cousin activities!" he continued, before stopping a second, considering for the first time the words 'when we left'. He'd never really considered the idea that there had to be a purpose around leaving. "If they all live there, and so does your aunt, why did we leave, Mama?" Of course, the little tom wouldn't understand things like 'oh your father and i were not supposed to be lovers and also all your litter mates died,' but he realized in that moment he'd never asked. "It sounds like sometimes you miss it."
"They are great," Rosethorn agreed with a soft smile, remembering her (favorite) spirited nephew, Firepaw, and the distracted Oceanpaw. Most of all, though, she remembered her sister Orchiddrop, steady and quiet and true, the water that tempered Rosethorn's steel edge. Her heart ached at the distance between them, at the fact that Foxkit didn't even know his aunt. His question caught her off guard, though it shouldn't have.
It sounds like sometimes you miss it. She did. As pleasant as Nightclan had become over time, it wasn't her home. She missed her family, the sunny fields and gardens, the companionship of her clanmates and their respect for her abilities as deputy. Rosethorn missed being important, not some untrained queen in a nursery- even if no one here disrespected her for it, she still felt the loss of her importance more than ever. Here, Phantomfox was distant even when he was present.
Why did we leave, Mama? Because remaining hadn't been an option. Not in the wake of her loss, not in the bloodshed that had baptized her in pain and grief and forced her to confront her fear of death and gore. Just a few moons ago, she'd been too defeated to get up and face her clan, to return to her duties, to live in a land that reminded her of her loss, and so she'd run. Just like her mate had moons before.
"I'll be honest with you, my love," Rosethorn said gently, nosing his forehead. "I'll always be honest with you. You had brothers and sisters, but they weren't alive when they were born. They went to Starclan before I could ever meet them, and for a long time I hurt so much that I couldn't stay in Summerclan. So I came here, so we could all be together- you, your father, and me. And over time, my hurt went away- mostly because of you. I think I'm ready to visit again, and I'd like you to come with me to see your reallllly big family- Uncle Crow, Aunt Orchid, all six of your very cool cousins."
He tilted his head as she spoke. So, that was what they had been trying to shield him from. He could remember faint murmuring that something traumatic had happened, but until this moment, he had not been able to piece together what that traumatic thing was. The smile on his face fell for just a moment, something that was completely out of character for the young tom. He never frowned, but he could feel the pain in his mother's words. He pressed against her, not quite sure what to say at first. "We'll meet them one day." He settled on the promise, not really aware of the fact that it wasn't as simple as waiting ... until death ? to meet his siblings.
The moment of seriousness was gone, though, when she said she was ready to visit. "That would be so fun, Mama! I'm sure they all miss you so much! I'm gonna get promoted soon, Mama! Maybe we could go then!"
"We will, my love," Rosethorn agreed, smiling in response to her son's words despite the ache in her chest. Time may have dulled the pain, but it would never be gone completely. "My sweet boy. We'll go as soon as you can get away from your apprentice duties- are you excited for training? What do you want to learn the most?"
"I'm so excited! I want to learn to.... Well... I don't know, mama. I don't know if I'll be too good of a hunter. Prey's got such big eyes! Fighting will be fun! I'll get big and strong and no one will beat me!" He then paused, his eyes wide. "Dad said you were considering doing training! Maybe we can have group sessions! Wouldn't it be so cool if we learned next to each other on some lessons! I think that would be so fun!" Foxkit let out a purr, his head clearly no less in the clouds than normal.
"I am considering it," Rosethorn said, whiskers twitching in amusement. "Though undoubtedly you'll be a better fighter than me in no time. Old cats have a hard time learning new tricks. But I can teach you how to weave those flower crowns I talked about, and how to identify all kinds of herbs and flowers, if you teach me the things you learn in your training. We can help each other- we can start right now, if you'd life," she smiled, taking note of the early greenleaf flowers and ferns growing in the shaded woods. "There's some decent flowers here- want to practice?"
"I don't think so, mama. I think you'll be absolutely great at it! Plus, you're not even that old! I know plenty of cats whose moms are much older than you are and they do just fine adjusting back." Was he speaking mostly out of his tail? Yes. When she brought up the flower crowns, he beamed. "I'd love that! We'll be the best flower finding fighting duo this clan has ever seen!" He butted her shoulder affectionately, before nodding eagerly. "Yes! Which one is that, mama?" the tom meowed, pointing to the nearest flower he saw.