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Lavenderbreeze was a nursery aid by choice, and she'd never deny how much she loved it. Getting to watch the kittens she helped raise grow into strong warriors made her burst with pride. However, the life of a nursery aid was also rather... predictable. She knew her duties when she awoke in the morning, and they rarely strayed from the same routine. Truthfully, Lavenderbreeze couldn't remember the last time she went out of the confinements of the camp, and there were some parts she hadn't visited since she was given the basic warrior training all Nursery Aids recieved.
The silver tabby was off duty today, so she made her way out of the nursery and into the camp. Lavenderbreeze purred as she sat and watched all the hustle and bustle of her clanmates roaming back and forth as they did their daily duties. She releases a soft sigh, wrapping her tail around her paws. Despite growing up in her clan, she didn't have many friends and she managed to fall out of touch with the kits she watched grow up, even though she watched them from the background. Lavenderbreeze draws her paw over her ear and licks her shoulder. Again, she quietly watches, being too nervous to strike up any conversation. She felt as though no one really cared or knew about her either. She was the only kit to survive in her litter, so she didn't even have littermates she could bug.
Cinderslip hadn't yet adjusted to the life of a warrior, and she wasn't exactly sure she ever would. Although she was clear that the stars led her to FallClan, that this was the space she was meant to be in, outside of the nursery, she felt disconnected. While she cared for her kittens, things were different. They took all of her attention, and she wasn't given space to think through her own loneliness. Now, they were all apprentices. They didn't need her anymore. Where did that leave her? She wasn't sure.
She shook her head, before making her way over to Lavenderbreeze. The two had interacted a time or two in passing during her time in the nursery, and Lavenderbreeze looked like she needed someone to talk to. Cinderslip did, too.
Sage colored eyes show a gleam of pleasant surprise. Lavenderbreeze recognized Cinderslip because she had been in the nursery prior. She hadn’t seen her since then, but that was on Lavender. She didn’t really know anyone once they left, and she mostly focused on the kits anyways. It was frankly a lonely life, but she didn’t really feel like she deserved to keep a friend anyways. She felt cursed to forever be a background character.
But here Cinderslip was, talking to her. The feeling of being noticed made her paws buzz in excitement. Lavenderbreeze dips her head with a smile. “Yes of course. You’re Cinderslip right? You must be so proud of your kits.” Lavenderbreeze purrs.
"Thank you," she meowed with a polite dip of her head. She still wasn't very well versed in clan politics or politeness, but she figured that even if she should have said something else, the other cat seemed kind enough not to make a note.
"Yes, that is what they call me these days," she meowed with a flick of her tail. "I was not always known by such a name, but I believe that it fits well enough. ." Her lips twitched slightly. There was a part of her that craved the feeling of just being Cinder, again. A wandering entity. She ignored that part of her, though. She had children now, and the stars told her that her children belonged in FallClan.
Her small smile grew larger at reference to her kittens. "To be honest, Lavenderbreeze," she meowed, hoping desperately that she didn't just misname the fellow adult, "I wasn't entirely sure they were all going to make it this far," she meowed. "You know how kits are... It feels like only yesterday, though, that they were snuggled to my stomach. Time is a strange thing." She then glanced back to the nursery. "I miss it in there some days," she meowed, nodding towards what had been her first home in FallClan. It felt safe in there, and the safety that she felt had almost immediately chipped away when she was moved away from her children. "This warrior life may not be for me. How has it been in there since I left?"
Lavenderbreeze looks curiously at Cinderslip, eyes gleaming with so many questions. “Do you miss your life outside of here? What was it like? Is it different?” The grey she at had often wondered what the outside world would be like, but she knew she couldn’t survive. For starters, the she-cat had hardly even left camp. Let alone the confinements of Fallclan’s territory. She also couldn’t imagine being thrown into clan life without having lived it either. The structure of it all suited Lavenderbreeze. She didn’t have to think too much about anything.
“They’re doing wonderfully. They’ll make fine warriors.” Lavenderbreeze purrs. A pang of loneliness encompasses her heart when Cinderslip speaks of time, and how her kits used to rely so much on her. She’d never had kits of her own. She didn’t think she’d ever get the chance either. But she always looked past that. She was perfectly happy to help raise the fosters and help tired queens. “I’m sure that you could come back if you’d like. We have enough space and we always need experienced nursery aids.” She smiles. “It’s been a bit empty. We’re all helping foster a litter of kittens right now though. Tiny things. No parents.”
"Oh, I miss it terribly," she admitted with a small nod. Her eyes became wistful for a moment. "The world beyond the borders is a strange, wonderful place. As much as FallClan is magical, there's something different about the magic of the open air. My family... we were wanderers. The stars gave us signs to where we should end up, and we followed them." The ashen she-cat shifted slightly. "That was no lifestyle to raise kittens, though. When the stars left me the fallen leaf, I knew it was ordained for my children to grow up here. It is a sacrifice I was willing to take to ensure they grew strong." She went quiet for a minute. This was the first time she'd talked to anyone but her own flesh and blood about her life before, and it was odd. It felt nice to revisit her past, though. "One day, I will return to the fields that raised me. I would love to show my children where they came from."
She smiled then. "I sure hope they do. I have been worried about them, though. Otterpaw has found his footing, but the others..." She shook her head. "They will find their place, though, of that I am sure. FallClan was their destiny." She then blinked. "I hadn't thought of that before," she admitted. "The life of a caretaker is the life that fits me best. A permanent residency in the nursery might be the optimal use of my skills." Or, well, maybe it wasn't. She was a bit... odd, and she wasn't sure that Hystericstar hadn't promoted her to warrior just to get her away from the impressionable minds.
She then frowned slightly at the mention of the parentless kittens. "I will never know how a mother could leave her kittens," she meowed quietly, a soft fierceness in her eyes. The love that she had for her own litter, even Otterpaw, despite the fact he thought his mother was a little loony, was immense. She would lay her life down for them without a question. "They are lucky to have cats like you to help shape them."
The feminine soaks in Cinderslip's words, fully enjoying the tales of the cat's life before she'd become a clan cat. "Wow," she breathes, interested in learning all about the other's culture. Lavenderbreeze had no intention of being rude, but she'd never heard of cats who used signs to lead their lives. She was used to structure, routine... but something about the way Cinderslip described the outside world spoke to her. "Have you had any other signs before? I can't believe you had a sign to wind up here!" She speaks lowly, but in excitement. She didn't want to make Cinderslip uncomfortable by allowing her inner thoughts to be shared with the rest of the clan.
"They'll get used to life here soon." Lavenderbreeze gives a gentle smile. "Being an apprentice is hard for everyone. There's so many changes thrown at you at once. Kit life is so cozy and luxurious but then you're thrown into adulthood quite quickly." She smiles fondly, remembering the days of her kithood. Being small, having the queens wrapped around her poofy gray tail... And now she was the one wrapped around all the kitten's tails. Something about it felt full circle. "Have you considered taking a mate once more?" she tilts her head in question. It wasn't meant to be pushy or intrusive, but a genuine question so the queen might end up in the nursery once more.
"I don't either." Lavenderbreeze's green eyes glaze over momentarily, sadness behind them. But as quick as it was there, it was gone. She was back to her slightly ditzy, chipper self. "Thank you," she purrs. "I take pride in being the best helper I can be. I get all the fun jobs though. The mothers have the hardest work." she explains with modesty.
Cinderslip smiled at the she-cat's impressed response to the story. It felt nice to relive her past, if only for a moment. Her life had been so much less rigid before. She was able to slip in and out as the world called to her. That had changed, now. Although she still blended into the crowds, there was much less fluidity with FallClan than she had once been used to. She had come to accept, though, that the freedom she had once known had come at a cost, and that FallClan was, for better or for worse, now the corner of the universe she was meant to reside. She then nodded, slowly at first. "The universe has guided every decision I have made with their signs," she meowed, her voice almost nostalgic. "This was the strongest sign, though. Undeniable. I had been meditating on what to do with my young children. The den we had been living in was becoming too cold, and there was not enough food for me to properly nurse. We were going to die there, I was quite sure. Then, in the dead of winter, I woke up to a single autumnal leaf at the entrance of the den. There was no other way that it would have gotten there if the universe had not been trying to guide my path." She shifted slightly, her body language changing slightly. She had never told that to anyone, even her own children. They knew that the universe had given them a sign to come to FallClan, but they had not been aware of quite how desperate their situation had been.
"I remember those days," she meowed. "Looking back, they were of the fondest moments of my life, but while they were happening..." She shuddered slightly. "Adolescence is a period of self-discovery and trial and error, that is absolutely true." She sort of worried what that meant for her children. Each of them would grow into themselves soon, but what if they grew into someone they didn't want to be? She had hoped her guidance was enough to steer her kittens on the path of the light, but what if it wasn't?
She paused slightly at the she-cat's question, her head tipping to the side. "If I am meant to love again, it will happen. I have accepted that I may never find another companion, if that is what the universe so ordains." There was a slight pain in her voice, though. If she had to be alone the rest of her life, she really would accept it. However, there was a part of her, a large part, that craved the companionship that only whispered sweet nothings in the dead of night could provide. "Have you given thought to finding a partner?" she then asked, returning the question to the other.
She then laughed. "The mothers work is never over," she agreed, "but as someone who just exited the nursery, the assistance of cats like you is the only thing that can keep a mother sane. As someone who experienced kit raising both ways, motherhood is much less exhausting when someone is there to relieve you of your duties occasionally. You take things like afternoon naps for granted until you have five kittens running all over the place."
