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[color=lightgreen]Ugh.
Mother cracked open her only working eye. And when I mean cracked open, I mean cracked open. Obviously her mutant spirit-fueled skin cancer had, once again, progressed during her sleep, killed her, then receded back to its original state, leaving nothing but a few pockmarks and trails of scabby mucus on her otherwise flawless (albeit hairless and wrinkled) side. As for the otherside... Well, the blistering, scabby skin ached and flaked, but at least it wasn't growing at an exceedingly noticeable rate. However, it was a bit numb from being slept on. Already she could tell it was going to be one of those days.
Ugh.
Still, she had to get up. Mother stretched her gangling limbs and hissed in both relief and pain as the joints popped. Her good eye, one that was a sickly pale yellow shade, blinked a few times to clear away the dried mucus her condition had left behind. Come on, time to get up. The old spynx cat gave a loud moan, then slowly rolled off the tattered pilot's chair that she had claimed as her bed and fell to the floor with a loud thud. The pain didn't even seem to register in Mother's mind. She simply laid there on her side in the exact position she had landed, facing away from the rest of the higher ups. She gave another moan.
Don't wanna get up. More sleep.
Mother curled up on the freezing floor of the cockpit, her long, veiny ears resolutely pinned back to show that she wasn't in the mood to be bugged. But you have to get up, she internally told herself. You have a meet-and-greet today. Mother audibly huffed. F*k that. I'm the damn leader, so I'll do what I friggin want. The hairless cat wrapped her frontlegs around her face to block out the light filtering through the window. But you have responibilities! Mother's ear twitched irritably. And I have power. The she-cat gritted her teeth. But think of the children! Mother shifted her forelegs so they blocked her ears instead of her eyes. Think of the mother! Mother was completely still for a few moments before her internal debate came to an abrupt close. If you don't wake up, Calliphora will wake you up. Mother's good eye snapped open. Buzzard dung.
The old she-cat immediately rolled to her feet and ran out of the cockpit like her tail was on fire. The last thing she wanted was that hyperactive freak of nature breaking out the party poppers.
Mother slowed her hectic pace once she neared the entrance to the hive. After all, she had to look as badass as possible when she stepped out into the- SHEEEEEZNUTS it's bright! Mother flattened her ears as she stepped outside. Though it was barely past sunrise, the sun was so glaringly bright that the light seemed to hit the still slightly groggy hive leader like a wall. Immediately a snarl flashed across Mother's face, revealing her fabulous grey gums and slightly yellowed teeth. Mother blinked a few times as her eye adjusted to the harsh desert light. She had a point to stare at the Blackpool, which seemed to absorb every ray of sunlight that got relatively near it. Thank GEEEAAAAWD for that.
Mother sniffled nonchalantly as she continued padding outside, stopping only to pick up a fist-sized stone before jumping up on top of the dead metal starbeast that the Cluster called their Hive. Mother glanced around the camp at all the unsuspecting soldiers and whatnot going about their business before throwing the stone down so hard it left a dent in the starbeast's hide. The horrible sound the stone made whenever it hit the starbeasts hide rang throughout the camp, drowning out all other noise for an instant before slowly fading to a dull echo. Mother cleared her throat.
"We've had a lot of new brothers and sisters join recently, so it's time for our meet-and-greet, dearies," she crooned in a loud yet sickeningly sweet voice. "Come to the Blackpool and meet your new siblings and chat with your old ones! As usual, no swimming allowed!"