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sunlight Igziq and Orchiddrop's thread Less than a day had passed since the incident, and Igziq still hung around SummerClan's camp. She had done her best to stay separate from the millings about of the Clan. She was not a part of them, and she never intended to be, but her grandkids were just born. She needed them to know who she was. She left Crow and his siblings with their father when they were a moon old, but she did it from a place of love. She needed them to grow strong. The bengal knew that she couldn't do that raising them herself. But when the time came, she was there for them. Crow sought her out, and she helped him. She needed her grandkids to know the same thing. But Igziq respected that the new mother needed her rest, and Crow needed time to mend with her. She kept her distance, until she saw her son leave.
She picked herself up and soon stood in the entrance to the nursery. Last night Orchiddrop saw ferocity when Goldenshadow threated Crow and purpose when she helped her give birth in Igziq's eyes, and today all of that was gone. Her eyes shined with the love of a mother. She loved the Orchiddrop's kits as if they were her own. Igziq silently took her first steps into the space to admire them a little more, then tearing her gaze from them to meet their mother's eyes. She dipped her head. "I'm sorry our introduction was so... that. I hope you don't remember me for just yesterday" She paused. "I'm Igziq, Crow's mom. And as far as I'm concerned, I'm your mother too now." She gently nudged a wandering kit back towards the queen. "These kits... I consider them my own. I'll be sticking around for awhile. If you need anything, just ask."
Orchiddrop was relieved to have some time without Crow there- her feelings were conflicted and her guilt overwhelmed her every time she looked at him. He was great with the kits already, affectionate and doting and smiling. It made her all the more regretful of her fear that he would be an inexperienced father. So when he left for a walk and a breath of fresh air, she felt like she could relax just a little.
Then Crow's mom arrived. Orchiddrop was unsure of how much she knew, if she knew how badly Orchiddrop had betrayed her son, how quickly Crow seemed to want to forgive her. She didn't seem to know, by how kindly she spoke. "Thank you," Orchiddrop said with a faint smile. "I... I lost my own parents almost a year ago. We were close. It's good to know our kits will have at least one involved grandparent. And thank you for protecting Crow and me yesterday. You're a talented fighter."
Once, Orchiddrop had been a good fighter, strong and disciplined. Now she wasn't sure who or what she was anymore. "I'm just glad they're all here," she said, changing the subject as she smiled down at her children. "Six healthy kits. We've already named them." She pointed in turn to each, speaking their names aloud. "Cinderkit, Firekit, Eveningkit, Oceankit, Drizzlekit, and Crownedkit. I believe the last is named after Crow's father. Eveningkit is named after my dad, in a way."
Little did she know that even if she knew the whole story behind them, she would not care. She tried to live in the present, and right now they had six beautiful kits and narrowly escaped death. Their abuser was still around, if incapacitated, so they needed to build a strong family structure around the kits. They would find about their parents some day, and they needed to know that they had moved on.
She smiled. "Anytime. As I said, we're family now. Once your kits are more independent, I'll show you how to grapple. I've found the clan's focus on striking and biting, so having some extra things will give you an edge." She grew up in a group that used to live in the city, and it emphasized unity and independence. They were seemingly contrasting ideas, but it fit a balance.
She nodded with each of their names, and purred at the names for Firekit and Crownedkit. "Yes... his father's name is Ghostcrown. He's in SwiftClan with two of Crow's siblings. As for this one..." She nudged Firekit. "Crow has a half-brother in WinterClan named Agonywail." She chuckled. "I personally do not like that name, but he was Kvalun to me. His name meant fire too." She angled her head to get a better view at his markings. "They look similar, minus some details. Maybe you'll meet him one day."
She turned to Eveningkit. "If you're willing, would you mind telling me how Eveningkit is named after your father, in a way?"
Orchiddrop listened to her mother in law talk, eyes crinkling as she smiled down at her children. She knew a little about Crow's family, about his struggles with his father and even about the time his brother had fought him. "My father's name was Evan. Evening is close enough to still remind me of him, even if Eveningkit is clan name. I was hoping her name could be Eveninglily- my mother's name was Liliana."
There was a hint of melancholy in her tone. Though the crushing loss of her parents had faded, there was still the sadness of knowing they could not stand there and meet her kits, could not know Crow, could not see how far her sister had risen in Summerclan. Crow's relationships with his family may have been strained in places, but at least he had an extended family to care about.
"How is Crow?" She asked, whiskers twitching as she looked away. She worried about him, but they had little time to talk recently, as she had been sleeping off her labor and he'd been exhausted from the trial and the battle. Orchiddrop may have been holding him at a distance, but her heart yearned to know he was doing better.
Igziq would understand Orchiddrop more than she would know. Like her, both her parents were dead. Well, one murdered the other and the other was probably executed. She loved them both, and would give almost anything to see them again, but they had different wants for her life. Her father wanted her to be happy, and her mother wanted her to succeed. It her birthplace, those tended to be mutually exclusive. It's why she was glad for her grandchildren to be born in a place like SummerClan. They could thrive in this place and be happy, a gift she never had a kit, a gift that would have saved her parents.
"I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet... I was waiting for him to leave you." Talking to Crow was her next plan. She still remembered when she found him that day on SunClan's boarder. He lived to hate his Clan then, and now he had grown so, so much. She hadn't seen any of his siblings since she gave them the terrible news of their sister's death. "He's is very important to me, but I know he loves these kits more than himself, so..." She smiled. "You get the picture."
"He's an amazing father," Orchiddrop agreed, more willing to speak freely when Crow was not there to overhear her- or so she thought. "I can already see how deeply he loves these kits. It's almost as much as I love them." The white-furred queen smiled faintly, figuring nothing could come close to the fierce love and pride she already had over her wriggling bundles.
After a moment she softened, the talk of Crow thawing her out considerably. "I'm glad he's here. The memories I had of him were the only things that got me through the months of abuse. There were times... well, times that I considered taking a different way out of all this. But knowing that the kits were Crow's- and the knowledge that Crow loved me- got me through. And watching him step into his role as a father... well the way I loved him then pales in comparison to how deeply I love your son now."
Suddenly embarrassed, she flicked her ears back. "Sorry I'm babbling. I just haven't had anyone to talk to in a while- not freely, at least."
In some ways she envied her son. She envied his ability to settled down with someone like this. She wanted to love someone like he did, to live for them more than anything else, to push them further than they could have hoped to do alone. To have them do the same for her would do wonders, but she could never muster the trust to let someone in for good. She let Crow's father in momentarily, and it worked. Her children, well, her living ones, were doing better than she could have ever hoped for.
She slowly nodded, and slid her claws into the earth, and her voice sudden became dark. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that, no one deserves it. And if Crow ever so much as lays a paw on you, tell me and I will deal with him myself." She paused. "I don't think he would, but if he ever does... gods help him." While she feared what she meant be talking freely for the first time, she did not want to dwell on her abuse for too long. Her tone rose as she moved on. "You'll find your love for them is only going to grow. I would give up all of my lives to save my kits without a second thought." She licked one of them on top of the head. "So, what's your plan to raise these kits?"
Orchiddrop smiled at Igziq's offer- not that she would ever let someone lay a paw on her again, but it was a kind offer of protection. The question of her kits proved more confusing. "I hadn't thought too much about it, besides raising them here in Summerclan and letting them decide their fates."
The sentiment of surrendering her life for her kits was not a new one. She had been ready to do that, in a way- to live a life deprived of happiness for the sake of keeping her kits alive. Now she was thankful to be able to offer them more than that. "If you have any advice, I'd be glad to hear it," she said, redirecting a kit that was wriggling out of range.
Oh, did she have some advice. Igziq smiled and settled down next to her. "Depends how you want to raise them. With Crow's litter I took a hands on approach. I played with them, told them stories, made sure they were properly fed, and all that stuff. They worked out well, as you know. But I've also done the opposite. I taught them how to hunt, gather herbs, all the basic survival stuff. Once they knew, I distanced myself from them. I didn't abandon them, but I let them learn and grow and make mistakes without me being there to pick them up. Of course, when there were emergencies the came to me, but I let them live their life while I supervised at a distance. They were closely knit, and were as mature as some of the older apprentices here."
She cast her loving gaze of the furry bundles. "Of course, your clanmates probably wouldn't like my second approach, but they would learn how to rely on each other." She shrugged. "Just some food for thought."
