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She didn’t often leave her precious kits on their own, especially not for longer than she had to. The remaining trio was her legacy; a legacy she was certain would rise to immense power in the League. She couldn’t risk them falling to the many threats that so often plagued her home. She had to hunt, though, and now that she was no longer a Proxy she couldn’t bully others out of what they caught. She had to catch everything for herself.
Hunting was perhaps the only time she willingly let her children out of her sight. They couldn’t exactly survive on nothing after all. She had caught something already, but she hadn’t turned back yet. It was only one measly mouse, so instead of bringing back something that would never fill her three kits she set to chewing on it herself. Better to get herself some energy to catch prey that would actually feed her children. She paused midway through tearing off another bite, though, ears twitching at a sound too close for comfort. Rising up halfway, with one paw hovering over her half-eaten prey, she turned her head in the direction of the sound. “Hey, you, I know you’re there. I don’t think you’re as sneaky as you think you are.”
"I apologize, I didn't meant to lurk." Solaris emerged from the shadows, his broad ginger frame washed out by the moonlight. The tom's amber eyes flicked down to her defensive position, and a small smile graced his features. "Relax. I won't take your prey from you. I was out hunting myself, actually." The Warden's voice was cool, collected as it usually was.
She didn't seem to calm as the tom revealed himself, though her defensive posture turned more frustrated. She didn't like the Warden. Ever since he gained rank in the League, rank that she knew was rightfully hers, a bitter jealousy had built up in the silver-pawed hunter. She couldn't make that anger obvious, though. At least, not too obvious. He outranked her, regardless of what she thought should be the case. She couldn't keep the edge from her voice, however, as she meowed, "Oh, Solaris. What a pleasure," sarcasm thick in her words. She never was very good at keeping her own thoughts to herself.
"I'm sure it is." Solaris' voice was dry- frankly, he was over the indignant cats of the League who thought they could do the job better. Nevertheless, he always tried to extend a cordial paw. "Out hunting tonight? If you need any help I'm here, as I'm sure it's a lot of work to feed an entire family." He let the dry edge to his voice drop, not wanting to insinuate that she couldn't fend for herself. The broad ginger tom really did want what was best for Primal Instinct, and had never felt above lending a paw to others.
Her first instinct was to turn him down. She didn't need help to take care of her kits. Especially not his help. But ultimately, leaning down to hover over her half-eaten mouse, she said, "I guess I'd be pretty dumb to turn you down. No reason for me to say no to extra prey for my kits." She'd do just about anything for the trio she left back at camp. Her kits were the only things to truly ever be precious to her, her pride and joy and the ones to continue her legacy. Or, well, the little-known legacy of her ancestor. She couldn't bring herself to refuse any advantage she could get them. So, quickly swallowing the last of her meager catch, she straightened up and trotted off, expecting the tom to follow as she meowed, "Hope that's not all we find."
"I doubt it. The prey here is far more plentiful than in our old territory, I've found." Solaris E'tan noted the change in her demeanor when her kits were involved, and noted it. He slunk through the undergrowth in silence for a few minutes, following the prey scents, before speaking again. "Tell me about your younglings. How are they progressing- do you think they'll be ready for a promotion next moon?" They were short on trainees and Corvus's kits seemed strong and healthy, but he still wanted a mother's assessment.
She gave an almost absent nod in agreement at the statement. One of many things about this territory she preferred over the old. Her muzzle was turned towards the ground to try to pick up prey-scents, ears pricked for any sound besides her and Solaris, but her head lifted up again halfway at the mention of her kits. "They're all doing great," she meowed, pride in her voice as she talked about the trio back at camp. Her head dipped in a firmer nod than previously as she replied, "Of course I do. Mellori-kun should be proof enough of that." Hovering so closely over her kits whenever she could, it hadn't taken Corvus long to notice her smallest kit's darker side. The easy-going nature that had made her hesitate at suggesting Crass-chan was something she wasn't nearly as worried about holding her only son back anymore. If anything, it was Corax-chan she was most concerned about. But she wasn't going to voice that. Her kits needed to grow up eventually, and sooner was much better than later in the League.
"Mellori-kun is doing well in her training." Solaris nodded in assent, though he admittedly hadn't been as invested as he would have liked. With so many issues to address, some trainees simply fell to the back of his mind. Not that he would tell Corvus this, though. He paused, tail twitching as he caught a vole scent. Nodding briefly at Corvus, he slipped off into the undergrowth, returning a minute later with a plump vole in his jaws. "Scent anything else?"
A grin flashed across her face at his agreement. It was her assumption that meant he had been watching her daughter. "I couldn't be prouder," she meowed, a purr in her voice. Of course, she could always be prouder of her kits, but for where her littlest child was she certainly was happy with her progress. She shook off her light mood at Solaris turned at the smell of vole, though, focusing once again on hunting instead of gushing over her kits. She watched him go for a moment before turning her attention in the opposite direction. It was with her tail high and a little strut to her step that she returned, only moments before the tom himself did, with a bird clamped firmly in her teeth. She placed her own caught prey on the ground at his question, saying back, "Seems like your claim on our new territory sure isn't wrong."
"It's plentiful, but only because it's been uninhabited before." He shrugged, "Though the prey is nice, admittedly. But I fear we will have to return home within the next few moons. That is, if the territory has become livable again." The ginger tom dug a shallow hole, dropping the vole in and covering it up once more. "For now though, we can enjoy the prey here. Shall we press on?"
