achromatic 
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It was almost funny how many of the Mothers of Moonclan seemed to hold contempt for their job. Sure, there were cats like Rigidpaw who seemed genuinely happy to be a mother, who seemed to take their job very seriously and with a sense of sincere duty because they believed in the good they did; but there there were others like Bacchuspaw who seemed more like they did their job only for the power the position gave them socially, and would have rather beat sense into half the kits under their care than actually nurtured them. Conjuringpaw herself was — well, she was something. She didn't hate her job, didn't hate the kittens, but if asked if she had accepted her position for the actual "joy" of the job or the fact it gave her the ability to do things, request things, and hold power she wouldn't otherwise have, she wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to throw a thin, cackling of a smile and a snappy "What do you think?" that would have all but made it clear it was the latter. 

She didn't like being cooped up in a nursery, didn't like being forced to be stuck inside and give lessons. It was probably why she had gotten her title as the "cool" Mother by a fair amount of the kits, because even though she was sharp, sarcastic, rough, sometimes even cruel, she was also the one that dragged them off on random adventures impromptu because she was bored and didn't want to sit around teaching a lesson that day. She was the one who took them on random field-trips to places they really shouldn't have been because she wanted to see the place herself. 

The only problem was recently, the nursery had been inundated with younger kits. Which, normally, wouldn't have been too much of a problem — she wasn't very picky on age so long as they could walk all the way to where she wanted to see, but this time that was precisely the issue. The newest batch couldn't even walk, they were all doomed for the council with all sorts of ailments like twisted paws and back-legs missing. She supposed she could have just dragged out everyone but them, but something about that was too cruel for her, and not to mention she imagined their mother — who was as high ranking as her and twice as catty — wouldn't be happy to hear they had been left out of an adventure. So, Conjuringpaw did the next thing she could think of to get out of the nursery room for the day — she called in some hapless waning cats who were meandering down the hall and told them they were playing baby-sitter for the day, and just like that, she was free. 

Practically waltzing down the steps of the manor into the downstairs living room that sat as the epicenter of clan life, she glanced around. It was quiet this time of day, most cats were out either training or preforming duties, and majority of the cats around were wanings singing choir songs or tidying up the place. Later in the night it would liven up like it always did — cats would be preaching, praying, sharing tributes to Selene, or ever just chatting about their day — but for now it was still. Which was rather unfortunate, because it made for slim picking on finding someone to drag out along with her. Truth be told, as eager as Conjuringpaw was to seem distant, untouchable in her own grim-dark way, she also enjoyed company on her outings, if only because she enjoyed the reactions of others as they casually found themselves dragged into the kind of nonsense she often ended up in. She supposed she could go out alone — it was looking like she might have to with only a small few amount of wanings around and not another waxing cat in sight (not that she had anything against waning cats on principle, but she knew from experience they were far more likely to demurely decline her "offers" to join her, either out of genuine lack of interest or under the guise of pretending to be a good little waning only interested in domestic duties), but she lingered there at the steps of the stairs a moment longer, waiting to see if she could spy some poor soul who looked even the slightest bit unoccupied.