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Her den was growing full. Breezestep had noticed it a few days ago. Her habit of caching strange items in her den was not a problem before, but now that the clan was done moving, she discovered the objects were starting to accumulate too much. Smooth stones, odd-shaped tangles of bracken, scraps of twoleg cloth and devices, the assortment made the deputy’s den glitter and more importantly, made her best far less comfortable. She would have to clear it out.
Breezestep frowned to herself, but there wasn’t much else to do.
She gathered a few items — a sharpened hawk bone and a long twoleg string — and ducked out of her den. She headed for the camp exit along the back, then stopped with a frown as she realized a new problem. The bone was too long, it would never fit easily into the small gap behind the apprentice’s den she needed to squeeze through.
Tidaldream had escaped the notice of her two adoptive sons. Tidaldream frowned as she watched her mother Breezestep dip out of her den and head towards the back entrance. Her kits should be okay for a few moments while she went and investigated. Padding up to her mother she saw the long bone and the random string. “Do you need some help?”
Breezestep tilted her head, trying to find an angle to squeeze through; it was difficult. She turned around when she heard her daughter’s approach and her eyes sparkled at the offer. Firetooth and his mate had left the clan a few moons ago, and it hurt her deeply to lose him, but she was so glad to have Tidaldream and Echo remain nearby.
She set down the stick and nodded, feeling a little embarrassed to be caught like this. “I would love some help,” she agreed gratefully. “I’m trying to clear some of these big objects out of my den.”
"I'm not sure I want to know how you acquired so many objects. Do we have a new home we are moving them to or are we getting rid of them?" Tidaldream asked eyeing the large hawk bone. Recognizing that it wouldn't easily fit through this exit. Tidaldream felt slightly awkward she hadn't spoken to her mother much since she rejoined Swiftclan, but she knew her mother had to be hurting over the departure of Firetooth and his mate.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 22, 2022 20:46:09 GMT -5
{ { jumping in, if that's okay? } }
Feverpaw tossed in her nest, trying to tune out the low hum of voices nearby but, failing that, sat up and blearily looked around. Finding Tidaldream and Breezestep nearby, she stood into a stretch and began trying to tend to her mussed pelt, wondering what two warriors - and a deputy, at that - where doing in the apprentice den.
Her ears perked up when Tidaldream mentioned moving, suddenly making her much more interested in their goings-on. "We're moving camp?" she asked excitedly, not modulating her tone and drawing more than a few sleepy gripes out of her denmates. Lowing her voice slightly, she pressed. "How soon? Where will we go? How long will it take to get there?" She'd been a kit when they'd moved to their leaf-bare camp and remembered barely anything of the move. Now that she was apprentice age, there was so much more she could do and see she couldn't hide her excitement.
Breezestep smiled a little -- her daughter was likely right about not wanting to know. The cats of the clan rarely questioned her habit; most likely, they were just respecting her privacy as a deputy. She talked to their warriors only occasionally outside of patrols, most cats seeming to recognize that she was a little out of place here, good at her job but much older than most of their clan and unable to really connect with them. In a way, her collection was filling away some of the lonely void within her.
"We aren't moving camp yet," she told them both, flicking an amused glance back at Feverpaw. "Once the weather is warmer, we'll shift to a greenleaf camp. We're getting rid of them," she added, her attention turning back to her daughter. "I have too many, and they're taking up all the space in my den. I must clear them out before I can bring in more."
Tidaldream glanced over at the apprentice who seemed excited about the idea of moving. The thought of moving brought uneasiness to the young queen.. She worried about what horrors could happen to her two sons. “Does Swiftclan really have to move camps when the weather gets warmer?” She directed the question at her mother. “As for your collection I would say let your grandsons raid it, but the boys don’t need anymore piles of stuff crowding our nest.”
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 23, 2022 17:14:35 GMT -5
Feverpaw's excitement only flagged for a moment before rallying behind another cause. "Can I help you clear it out? I heard you have some of the coolest stuff and I have...well..." She cast a sheepish glance at her empty nest comprised of only mussed moss and little bits of her own fur.
"StarClan told us this is how we must live now," she responded, her tone even but unable to hide an edge of ice. Breezestep had strove to reconcile her feelings about their ancestors since becoming deputy, understanding the importance for the clan, but it was difficult to overturn years of resentment. Her ancestors had never protected her family before, they had stood by idly as her brother's kits were slaughtered, and she did not believe they would support her now.
Warmth rose in her chest as she looked between the pair, pleasantly shocked that someone else might want her collection. Back when they moved more frequently, she would leave her piles for future travelers to find, but never really believed anyone would want it. It was just a way to remember. "Of course," she purred softly. "Feverpaw, you can take anything you'd like... and if the boys want to take one or two items each, your nest may still have the room," she suggested to Tidaldream.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 28, 2022 19:17:52 GMT -5
"Oh wow," mewed Feverpaw with wide eyes, unsure of how to go about her new-found free reign of Breezestep's stuff. "Are you sure?" Thinking again, she quickly mewed, "Nevermind, thanks!" before the deputy could change her mind. She began to wade into the nest - as that was practically necessary - and tried to settle on one object, though more often than not she was distracted by an equally shiny something.
"This one," she mewed, voice almost reverent. She carefully picked up the shiny sticks, stuck together with some sort of dry vine. When they moved, a sharp ringing noise broke through the air, causing her to quickly drop them. "What is this?" she asked with wonder, her voice somewhat muffles as she picked the object back up, shiny sticks dangling down and making that sound noise every time they hit one another in the breeze. "I love it Breezestep. Can I have this one?"
Breezestep took a few steps outside of the camp to briefly pile up objects; then she circled back around to the den. The sparkle in Feverpaw's eyes amused her, and she was pleased that the habit was paying off and bringing joy to someone else.
She sat down at the entrance with her tail curled around her paws, but the deputy did not have long to wait before Feverpaw made her decision. Breezestep looked the object up and down carefully, taking the measure of it, then nodded.
"Of course," she agreed, "it's all yours -- as long as you take care of it. I fished that one out of the river. It was stuck between some stones, glinting like fish scales, but I was in for quite a surprise when I grabbed it." Breezestep smiled fondly.
