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It had taken time, but the sleek black kittypet had settled into his new life and discovered he loved it. He had done his duty to his clan and given them half his life, but he was taking the rest for himself: no more patrols, no more foxes, no more politics, just him and the sun and his new family. His growing family, now. Landon purred softly. He had never expected to meet someone again, but Urania made him happy like no cat other had, and he loved their kits fiercely though they hadn't even been born yet.
He stretched out in the warm light than meandered through the house, looking for the water bowl to take a drink out of. It was so much more convenient then seeking out the river to lap from and the water was clean and cold. He couldn't imagine going back to the life of a warrior now, not really. "My kits will never have to deal with that life," he mused aloud. "Good. They don't need to hunt or fight to survive. And now I don't have to worry about Urania meeting Foxstar." Landon laughed nervously at the thought.
"I'd hope not. Foxstar seemed like a real piece of work as far as I could tell." A purr of amusement rumbled in Brizo's throat, as the elderly she-cat watched Landon from where she was comfortably curled up on a sofa across the room. The light color of the cushions matched her cream tabby coat almost perfectly, but her blue eyes, as bright and sparkling as the ocean, always gave her away. Though on the outside she seemed as calm and reserved as ever, the recent turn of events in her family secretly left Brizo almost giddy with joy; finally, she was going to be a grandmother! It was more than she could've possibly dreamed.
In retrospect, the desire for grandtykes had always been there, even when her tykes were young. However, the lack of a solid father figure in her daughters' lives had left most of them uneasy at the prospect of taking mates and having kits of their own. Brizo had known better than to pressure them, but as many good mother should, she always held the hope of her beloved tykes finding their own happiness, in their own time. Perhaps it was a playful joke of fate that decided Urania, the very youngest of her litter, would be the first to do so.
The fact that Landon was the reason for her daughter's happiness and the growth of her family was even better fortune to her. From the very beginning, Brizo had become fond of the former Waterclan tom. There was much in common between them, more than Landon himself probably realized, besides their wild roots. "How a cat like her was chosen to lead Sunclan I'll never fathom," she continued nonchalantly. "But I wouldn't write off teaching them hunting and fighting just yet. Those are precious skills to have, even here."
He looked up from the water in surprise to see her. Unlike the large clan territories, this new home was smaller, and it was hardly unusual to enter a room and find someone already present. He had gotten so used to being around everyone all the time he had let his senses lose their edge and stopped checking every corner, so sometimes he didn't even notice others creeping up on him anymore.
"Oh, I can see it easily," Landon assured her as he turned to face her, twitching his whiskers to shake off any last water droplets. "She might be.... less than savory as a leader, to put it lightly, but she's charming. A couple of sweet words and the whole clan bows at her paws." The black tom shrugged. "But she won't come bother our kits. I suppose it wouldn't be too bad to teach them just in case, so they can handle any toms that get too interested in them. Course, my last time as a mentor didn't go well, but this can't end the same." He grinned fiercely. He wouldn't be falling in love with this apprentice, he would already love his sons and daughters just in a very different way.
"I'll have to train all of them myself, since none of you are warriors," he mused. "That might be a pawful."
This time Brizo let out an actual huff of laughter, standing upright on the couch and leaning forward to stretch out her back, letting out a large yawn as she did so. "Did you forget who you're talking to, Landon? I was a Scout of the Renegade Regime." In a graceful bound, she leaped down onto the hardwood floor, padding casually across the room to the tom's side. "While Clan apprentices' time is evenly split between fighting and hunting, I was trained solely in the art of the hunt, all day, every day," she meowed proudly, grinning wistfully at the memory. "On a good day in my prime, I could probably hunt more in a single afternoon than most amateurs could in a week. And it would've been all for nothing if I hadn't taught my daughters all I knew, too."
Despite having spent a third of her life now as a kittypet, Brizo was well-aware of just how much her former group still meant to her. She obviously couldn't go back, but it didn't mean she couldn't pass on her culture to the rest of her family. Most of her daughters had been quite interested in it; occasionally going out on their own to learn more, and sometimes bringing back news about how the Regime was doing. It was rare they found information on any of Brizo's personal friends, but it was better than nothing. Perhaps it was finally time for Landon's education to begin as well.
"Urania, myself, or any of our kin are more than capable of helping you teach. And here I thought you knew better than to underestimate a house cat."
"That's just what I meant," Landon answered with an amused shake of his head. "Look, maybe you can help teach them hunting, but you said it yourself, that's all you know. They need to know how to fight to protect themselves and that's on me to teach. I won't underestimate you, you've been very kind to me, but you don't have any warrior training." He blinked at her with wide eyes, then swished his tail. He didn't want to offend her, of course, but she was just a hunter. He wasn't even sure she knew how to fish or that the Regime could hunt any better than clan cats, but he did know his own skills, so he was confident he could raise his kits right. He did it once already and they'd turned out rather well, right?
"Yeah yeah, I gotcha the first time. I was just messing with ya...plus I like to brag on occasion," Brizo admitted with a playful wink, before suddenly turning away, glancing towards an open window on the side of the room. "I trust that my future grandtykes will learn more than enough under your teaching. You were Waterclan's Deputy once, if I recall correctly. Even if it was for a short time, the fact alone that you had it is not to be taken lightly. Would you like to stroll outside with me? It's far too nice outside to stay in here all day." Without bothering to wait for an answer, the elder climbed up a nearby shelf, sliding through the open pane with minimal effort before leaping outside and out of sight.
Landon smiled slightly, surprised that she remembered. Then again, they had met right after he was promoted, and he had been quite proud to trumpet that fact to anyone that would listen. How far away that felt now, how long ago it was. He rose with a stretch and bounded out the window after her. "I suppose I should teach them about the warrior code too, so they know to act with honor. I don't know how well they'll be able to follow it living here, though," he mused with a frown. "What do you think? Did you have any laws in the tunnels?"
Brizo let out an audible snort as she watched Ladon land beside her on the lawn, before turning to stroll down the sidewalk. "Did we have laws? Landon, it's the Renegade Regime. We were built on nothing but laws. They're not even a recitable kind, like the warrior code. It was more...general knowledge; this is what we're supposed to do, this is what we're not supposed to do. And if you did the slightest thing out of line like talking out of turn or goofing off, you were on den cleaning duty for several days straight." The she-cat's long tail whipped back and forth behind her in mild irritation as she ranted, though the amused grin on her face revealed her true nostalgia at the memories.
"I'm sure they've eased up a bit these days, but it was as strict as can be when I was a tyke. So it's no wonder that I was such a bratty troublemaker!"
Landon wrinkled his muzzle. "That sounds... difficult. I'd be in trouble every day," he mused with a shake of his head. He'd thought the warrior code was restricting enough at times; he couldn't imagine what she was describing. The pressure of being a leader's son had kept him in line for a while, but not long enough. "Cleaning duty, though, that's not so bad. We were always on cleaning duty even when we weren't in trouble. The worst part of being an apprentice, I think, except needing an escort."
