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The tom sighed around the herbs that he carried in his mouth. It was still strange to him, the way his life had taken several turns in the last moon alone. Just a moon ago, he was back in the city, the old ruins of Avalon Everlasting, chasing a former commander who was trying to find the meaning of life. A moon ago, in her dying breath, she told him to come back, that he was never meant for the city. Three weeks ago, he had returned to the Regime, looking worse for wear. He had wondered if they would let him in, let him return to the group that raised him, the group that he had taken a part in raising. Somehow, he had managed to come back as a raiser, to return to the post where he found his life's work. It was almost as if he had never left.
And now? Raiser Symmetry was no longer just Raiser Symmetry. The old blue boy was now Raiser Superior, a title that was still strange as it rolled off of his lips. Who would have thought?
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Nov 24, 2018 23:46:07 GMT -5
Septimus-tyke looked up at him. The little kit was black-pelted by his Mother Diana, and his eyes held the ancestral genes of heterochromia. One of blue, one of yellow. His great-grandfather Leo held the same eyes. He was 8 weeks old now, feeling smarter now that he knew how to talk big boy words, even if sometimes what he said wasn't the right way. "Symtry!" His face was a big, excited grin, and he purred, "What happens today? What happens?!"
The tom's eyes softened immediately. The kittens were what had brought the tom back to the group, if nothing else. He could have settled anywhere and perhaps made him happy, but it was little guys like this that made him the happiest. He put his borage leaves down between them, before letting out a chuckle.
"Whadya wanna happen?" he asked. Cats had always wondered why he had never grown out of talking like a kitten. "Sep'mus-tyke, I think maybe t'd be a good idea for ya to pick what we do!" He let out a purr of delight. "Maybe we could play'a game? I learn'ta few'n my day. Or we cou'd tell stories. I knowa bunch'a stories, if 'ats what floats yer boat."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Nov 25, 2018 0:24:05 GMT -5
Septimus-tyke shivered with even more excitement. His black furs puffed out around his neck and his tail bristled. He murmured to himself, thinking aloud, "M-maybe we can go to The Garden..!" His eyes glimmered as he remembered hearing about flowers for the first time. He had never seen one, but they sparked his curiosity.
He purred at the kitten's enthusiasm. No matter what was going on in his mind, and lately there was a lot, the next generation never failed to make the older tom smile. It was the main reason he came back to these tunnels. Despite the memories they held for him, his job was what made this his home.
"O'course we can, s'long as ya promise me yu'll be carefuler 'n careful," he told the young cat, his eyes shining. "But it'll have'ta be our lil' secret, 'kay?"
