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Solsticestar pushed her way into the Nursery, eyes scanning the den for Pondkit. Her eyes landed on the kits, and she beckoned him with her tail. “Hey. Can I talk to you, Pondkit?”
”No. I only talk to my friends.” The sulky kit cracked one eye open and glared at her. Clearly he was still upset about his brother’s promotion and the great betrayal.
She plopped him down in her den. “Hey. Do you want to be an apprentice?” She sat him and looked towards the entrance of the den. “I figured since Firekit is being promoted, we could jumpstart yours too.”
Scowling, as soon as she set him down in the den he turned his face away so he didn’t have to look at her, and jutted out his bottom lip. Then her words stopped him; he peeked at her from the corner of his eye, now uncertain. “Really?”
“Yea. I mean, I need an apprentice anyways. I never had one as a deputy like I was supposed to, so I need one.” She gave a gentle smile, looking sideways at the kit.
It wasn’t as special as being a medicine cat, but maybe it would be more fun. He nodded once, decisive. “Okay. I will forgive you if you make me your apprentice,” he agreed. “Probably.”
Oh. He forgot about that. His tail drooped. “Momma’s gonna ruin all our fun,” he muttered sourly as he turned and leaped for the entrance, finding his way back to the nursery.
After hearing her son explain what was going on, the queen rose and stalked into the leader’s den with emerald flames in her eyes and her neck fur bristling. “What’s this I hear about you promoting both my sons early? I’ve seen this path before and it doesn’t end anywhere nice.” Her eyes narrowed. She still remembered the tiny warriors that Valhallastar had promoted.
“Breathe, Breezestep. He’s going to be my apprentice, and I REFUSE to let him get hurt. He won’t be in dangerous situations ever until he’s fully trained. The sooner he starts to learn, the better. We can’t ignore the fact that we’re now smaller than most clans, and we could be a target soon. I don’t want to chance Pondkit being defenseless.” Her eyes were firm, yet caring as she spoke.
"Oh, you refuse? Well in that case, I withdraw my objections." Her voice dripped venom. Not even the leader could keep her son safe forever, or from everything. "The clan being small is exactly why he shouldn't be an apprentice! Most of our enemies won't hurt kits. None will mind killing an apprentice or two." Her lip curled. "Did you even think about consulting me before you took my sons away?"
“No! Instead they’ll steal your sons! You act like I’m just going to toss him into danger! They’ll be safer if they know how to fight and hunt!” The leader’s eyes were firm, but filled with fury towards the queen. “You can’t seclude them forever!”
Her head ducked low beneath her bristling hackles and her lips drew back to show her teeth, snapping at the air in agitation. She turned her head away and closed her eyes, but at the leader's last words, she jerked upright and lunged forward, her face inches from the leader's, quivering with each tense, angry breath. "And why not?" she hissed, her voice low and daring. "Why not? These are my kits. I will not let you use them in your games! They are not your warriors, they are not yours to kill. Leave them with me and let them be." Breezestep inhaled a breath, intending to go on, but it caught in her throat and she was choking on her tears. She had tried to be strong for her mate and her family, but keeping all of her grief unresolved was cracking her up inside; it had been her brother that Moosestar had chased out those moons before Solsticestar had taken over, her brother's kin that had perished after.
“They’re their own individuals, Breezestep.” She sat down, eyes staring through the queen. She wrapped her tail around the kits as she spoke. “You have to give them a chance. If you don’t want them to be great warriors, what do you want? You want them to sit around and be nursemaids? Want them to never have the fulfillment of being a warrior?”
"Let them be warriors when they're older, and it's safer! I don't know!" Her voice cracked and she looked away again. She didn't know what she wanted... only that she never wanted to lose any of her kits. It would hurt her too deeply.
Pondkit cowered beneath the leader's tail, shocked by the argument between the two.
“Breezestep... You’re not going to lose him. I care about Pondkit just as much as you, which is why I’m making him my apprentice. There’s literally no other cat he would be safer with. I have nine lives, and I will protect him with every one of them. I just don’t want him to be defenseless if a clan like Primal Instinct attacked who wouldn’t care if he’s a kit or not.”
"But a kit could hide. A kit would be spared, maybe," she cried, despairing. "An apprentice wouldn't! He's so small, any fight could turn bad without his opponent even meaning it."
“You have to believe in him, and me. I want him to be strong. I want him to be ready. You think I don’t have the concerns as you? You know how much I care for Pondkit.”
