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To an outsider, most of the graves that filled the Road To Protection looked the exact same; areas of overturned dirt and rock, each several paces away from the others. It was even an odd practice to the clans; who buried their dead in random plots in their territory and left the ground to regrow without much future reverance to the cat that had been buried there. But to the Regime, it was much more than both of those. It was important for them to remember their dead; to give honor to the lives lost so that their spirits might be at peace and help guide the Regime's future. As for the graves themselves, the Veterans who buried the deceased always knew who was who, and though it wasn't yet custom, it was become common among families to plant a token on the grave that represented the life that was lost.
A young, blonde-furred she-cat sat alone in the cavern, staring down at a grave that still looked fairly new, despite being dug nearly two seasons ago. The she-cat exhaled a sigh through her nose, before bending down to set a tiny, periwinkle flower down on the soil. "Hello mother," Gardenia mewed, her soft tone being almost reminisant of a tyke. "Everything's been going well. Veteran Slawn's son Mars has been made new Commander of the Renegade Regime in Fjord's place. But even more importantly, this morning he asked me to be the new Mecenary Superior in his place! I can't say that I was expecting it...I mean, how can I protect the entire Regime when I can't protect my own mother?"
Mars had honestly come to visit the graves of his parents. It was something he did regularly still. He was sure Venus and Diana were the same at least. Apollo was always absorbed in his work so he couldn't be sure how often he came. Today he paused when he noticed Gardenia was there as well. She was young and he knew some doubted his choice to choose her as Mercenary Superior, but he had no doubts on her ability to do her duties. He listened for a moment before he laid his tail on her shoulder. He didn't say anything just yet since she might think he was intruding, but in a way he knew exactly how she felt.
(It would be adorable if Mars developed a father/daughter relationship with her!)
Gardenia jumped slightly, suddenly broken out of her deep thoughts and sorrow by the weight now on her shoulder. Quickly turning her head, she glanced behind her in fright, only to immediately relax when she recognized the form of her new Commander standing there. "C-Commander Mars," she mewed, her voice breathy and stuttering out of surprise. The Mercenary Superior quickly scrambled to her paws to dip her head to him out of respect. "I...I didn't expect to see you here." As the words left her mouth, her gaze subtlely flickered behind the tom to the other wall of the tunnel, which an ever fresher patch of dirt lied beside another covered in moss. Of course; he came to see his own parents. Her grandmother Veteran Eclipse had personally dug Slawn's grave barely a week ago.
"I try to take a bit of time out of my day to visit still. I'm not sure if it is a habit I will ever break." His father's death had honestly hit him hard. Slawn had been his idol as a tyke. He was everything he had wanted to be and he had lived his life aspiring to make him proud. Now that he was gone, he couldn't break the habit of traveling to visit him with the other veterans and that would inevitably end with him coming here to sit with both of his parents who were finally together again with the Blind Protector. "I'm sure he was happy to finally be reunited with my mother. She died many moons ago and I'm not sure he ever fully got over it." Of course it had hit all of them hard. His mother had been such a kind and gentle soul, but they had all tried their best to move on. "I was probably around your age when my mother died actually. I was a freshly promoted Mercenary. It was like she was doing her best to live long enough to see us all promoted." He smiled. "Your mother would be very proud of you. I'm sure of that."
"I hope she is," Gardenia admitted with a defeated sigh, plopping down on the hard dirt. "At least you've always had your family to help you get over it. I don't think I've ever really had that luxury. At least, not in the way my younger siblings do. I can't remember ever having an actual conversation with Slite, not even after Mom's death. I might be San's daughter, but I'm not his tyke. Though I can't exactly go to Dayclan either; I don't even know my father's name. Honestly, I don't care; he and my clan siblings are dead to me anyway." Her claws dug into the soil at the blurry memory of that day. The cats fighting around her...nearly being pulled from her mother's grasp. It was horrible, and a constant reminder of her tainted bloodline. How could she be a Superior; she wasn't even full Regime! "Umbry's always gone, and while I try to protect the others as best I can...they're going insane. I can't save them from themselves. If it wasn't for Eclipse and Haku, I'd be all alone, and they won't be around forever either."
"You're not as alone as you think." Mars had straightened up at this point. "One of the things that makes the Renegade Regime so special is that we are one big family. We protect each other. Your blood doesn't have to be pure to belong here." After all, his own tykes didn't have a pure Regime bloodline, but they belonged here just as much as any cat due to the Regime blood that flowed through their veins. "I chose you to be Mercenary Superior due to your loyalty to the Regime. Try not to be so hard on yourself."
The she-cat was silent as she listened to the new Commander speak, finally breaking the quiet with a soft huff of amusement. "You know, you sound a lot like Eclipse when you say that. She's always giving me small pep-talks like this when I start feeling guilty again..." Voice trailing off, Gardenia frowned and curled her long, feather-like tail around her paws for comfort. "I-I always feel so guilty for what happened. Literally everyone has told me that it wasn't my fault, and that I was just a tyke, and that there was nothing I could've done. So why do I still feel so guilty?" Frustrated, her claws dug even deeper into the hard earth in front of her. "I want to feel like I belong, I want to help make the Regime better and safer! But when I close my eyes, all I ever see is that horrible memory...I just don't know if I'm strong enough to do this..."
An understanding look came across the commander's face. He understood much more than she knew. Even now, he could see Raven's face the moment before the rocks fell on top of her, killing her instantly. "You may never be rid of that memory. It may haunt you for the rest of your life, but if you let it control who you are, how would your mother truly feel. Don't you think she would be proud to see you where you are now? I wouldn't have chosen you if I didn't think you were fit for your position. "You feel guilty because even if there was nothing you could do, you wish you had done something, anything would have been better than nothing. If only..." He paused, realizing that he might be giving a bit to much away. Besides, his past was not important at the moment and it would not help settle Gardenia's doubt. "As long as you do your best to fulfil your duties every day, I'm sure your mother will be happy with the Blind Protector."
