The siamese she-cat padded to a stop at the bottom of the steps and looked up towards him, quirking a brow and allowing a sultry smile. "I suppose I should reply with thank you for the invitation."

There was laughter there in those words, daring and fierce in their own way. She had never spoken much with the Nemesis and in truth she barely knew Bermondsey; his goals, his ambitions, hell she barley knew anything of his personal life. Hawise knew he had kits but she had no clue on the mother, for all she knew they could be adopted. Normally she might snoop to try and discover more, but well, it seemed bad practice to snoop on ones superior officer.

Besides that she had her own problems to deal with. This pregnancy would grow harder to hide as time went on and she still didn't know what she would do with the little parasites once they were born. As the time passed she grew more assured in her decision to at-least have them and not ingest something to kill them in the womb; as soft-hearted and weak as she thought that made her. But she was not a mother, she had never had one of her own and she didn't want her kits to be forced to grow under her lackluster care.

In truth the thought of them growing in the league turned her stomach and made her vaguely queasy; the more she thought on it the more she considered the option of giving them away. Raised away from her, never knowing her name, never knowing their legacy. But that to brought a sense of hurt. More and more the choices and options grew tangled and the stress made it ever increasingly hard to relax.

Standing here, in front of Bermondsey it took all of her to smile, to keep some semblance of normalcy when she just wanted to find a dark place to curl up and think.

Hawise followed him out of the manor and towards the forest without a complaint to be found though her eyes cast about furtively as she contemplated the quiet. His questions brought her back to the present and she turned to look at him as he spoke, mouth twisting in good humor at the questions. A guise to hide how her heart skipped a bit and she thought of Wendel in Moonclan all alone, she had thought more of her brother in the past moon than she had in moons. She might go as far to say he occupied her thoughts even more than he had when they were two kits abandoned by their mother left to fend for themselves against the world.

Now though she wasn't thinking of him as a burden, as something to be cut away for he would never be able to be as ruthless as she herself was. Because he had always judged how she handled the hard decisions of their youth and she had felt stifled by that quiet criticism of how she chose to handle things. Now she was thinking of him as a possibility, a solid pillar in his clan, one that was soft on the inside; the only one of the pair that seemed to have overcome their mothers scorn and fathers murder. Now she saw him as he was and didn't feel scorn for him but instead saw that he could be the perfect surrogate for her kits she did not want but didn't want to abandon as her mother had done to them. It was this possibility that kept her mouth firmly shut on the topic of Moonclan.

"Nightclan seems to be a bonfire with Kier running the roost," she settled for saying with a twist of her lips, disgusted by the very thought of the young tom. She had always found him rather pathetic and lacking when he was in the League, his misogyny making her want to rip his eyes from his skull and make him eat them. She did not envy those that now had to take their lead from him. "But out borders are secure, the Regime seems to be suffering their own issues what with having their own mouths to feed on top of Sunclans as well now."

"Kate?" She repeated slightly confused by the turn of the conversation and wondering on his muttered words but she did as he asked regardless. Even if her words would only serve to disappoint him most likely. "I haven't seen her in awhile, though we never spoke much. But even around the manor or the territory I can't recall seeing her in... awhile."

"As for Nightclan I imagine I don't know much more than most. Rumors say Kier is his typical manic self, ruling from a lofty roost like a tyrant. Sounds like he has others doing his dirty work and is languishing like a spoiled jester playing at being a king. Though.. I have heard hints that his relationship with his second in command is fraught with disagreement." Her thoughts came to the surface as easy words, no planning to how she delivered them. Eager to share what she knew in simple hopes that perhaps they could both share their scorn for the clan.

"Truthfully it sounds like a civil war could be on the horizon if Kier doesn't straighten his act out. I know if I was in his clan and he lessened his strangle hold for even a moment I'd take the opportunity to rise up against him."

"Civil wars, they breed on chaos, on certainty rather than uncertainty. So many will say revolution comes in the face of uncertainty but I would argue it's the exact opposite." She started as she turned the words over in her head, as she thought of the sudden stark implications of Kate being Kier's sister. A lot to unpack in very little time after he leveled his next question towards her, but she never turned away from a challenge.

"Revolution starts with a figure to rally behind, so I would find someone who they could be rally behind. A figure that they could lay their trust in, someone who has openly opposed Kier which could be a simple warrior, or even his deputy from the sounds of it. They you just need to set off a spark, find something to whip them into a frenzy. Something comprehensible that the vultures can't forgive; either the truth or a lie it matters little. Once the spark is lit off that fire will be impossible to put out, seeing as the whole reign is laid built on straw and flimsly wooden beams." The more she spoke the more impassioned she felt, the more she felt she could do it given half a chance.

"The trickiest part would be finding something to set off the spark, seeing as Nightclan is already a cesspit." Pausing she considered Bermondsey, "I don't even think they would care if the executed some kits hmm. Perhaps a lie that Kier is colluding with outside forces. It needs more research."

"Not often no," she replied with a scoff and a shake of her head. "Things seem to be so complicated in their little life's. They turn simple issues into whole productions and the whole thing seems a tedious waste of time." She thought of her mother, she thought of her father and the circumstances of her birth and how it would have gone down in a clan. She thought of her brother and the torments he seemed to face but couldn't properly deal with because he was confined by silly things like 'honor'.

"So many of their issues could be solved if they were just... less, but also more." She shook her head not sure how to properly explain her thinking. "Ignore me, the clans always get me maudlin."

"But back to the topic of Nightclan, you sound like you have an inside source?" She cast him a sly look, "perhaps they can help arrange something. I good plague might do the trick? A sickness? A poisoning?"

Hawise paused before a smile overcame her, an excitement thrumming through her that was not necessarily related to the espionage but more towards the opportunity. There was also a warning bell going off though, as she would have to complete this mission with enough time to integrate herself, get what she needs and still make it back to the league to report it to the Nemesis and then have time to slip off once again and give birth.

"I won't fail you." She replied with a dip of her head and fierce light in her eyes. She let them walk in silence together for a few more moments before she spoke in an almost wistful tone. "On the topic of the clan cats, I must admit I do enjoy their names. They seem fun to come up with; and there are certainty some wonderfully fierce ones."

"I will have to come up with one to help fade into the background of Nigthclan, any ideas?"

She hummed and nodded, "see while we might never use such long form almost pretentious names they add a certain... mystique." She affirmed as she heard his suggestions. "As you stated with Yew, many might just assume they were named for the wood but I like the double meaninds they could hold. Though I suppose just naming them Rowan or Yew would amount to the same."

Hawise knew she had derailed the conversation and almost felt bad because now she wasn't quite sure how to get it away from names. And she feared that the longer they talked on names the more suspicious it might lead to later down the road. Something that fits you.

She wondered how easy it would be to convince a kittypet to cause trouble, or a rouge, as something that fit her would to make sure she is as far away from any potential blow back as possible. "Well I suppose poking fragile egos should be easy enough."

"All sorts of places really," her casual almost flippant tone did the opposite of what she night have intended and instead lead towards a believe there were more to her words than one might assume. Luckily she wasn't in the buisness of withholding information that would likely not be helpful to anyone now. Well unless they ran into Beldam but Hawise was rather sure her mother was in the wind.

"I started off near a twoleg development. Not far from where my rouge mother met my kittypet father. Then she murdered him and abandoned my brother and I and we wandered after that." For such a brutal tale she told it rather blandly, factual even.