cats in the cradle [p, reunion]

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    // robin   botanicalgardens.   Fawn !


    Eaglstar was reeling - he was tired and sleep deprived, but he needed to do this. Sparrowsong's words ran through him, the strange afterlife that was apparently his ancestors he remembered vividly. He was from the tribe. This was his home - and more importantly, it meant Creed was nothing more than a kitnapper, a liar. That they had real parents out there, one that were worried sick.


    He needed to see them. Needed to at least put a name and a face to them, to have something else to view as his parents besides Creed. So for the second time in such a short amount of time he hiked up to the mountainous group, still a vague path of Windclan scent just barely still there. No wonder he felt this was familiar - he must have remembered his early days, somewhere deep buried in his memory. His large build and long fur, built to last in the cold, harsh upper altitudes.


    He wondered vaguly how they would react - would they be happy? Angry? Cry? Yell? Would they demand he leave Windclan and join them here? Would it hurt them when he tells them he can't? He didn't know. These were strangers, honestly, and he didn't know the first thing about them. Yet here he was, hiking through the snow all morning long, after getting his 9 lives, instead of going back to Windclan. He sent the two medicine cat apprentices to tell the clan he'd be a bit late, as he knew this was something for him alone.


    The morning was cold, and snow blanketed the ground. Finding the scent markers (which were also faded from the snow) he sat down, and hoped that this time he might stumble across a family member.


    ˜”*°•EAGLESTAR•°*”˜

    LEADER

    21 MOONS

    WINDCLAN

    tags



    「 hate won't get you high as this — levitate levitate levitate levitate 」

    yes, his older brother was talked about. but did chilly care? no, not really. he would of preferred that he was the only tom cat from his parents but that was far from the truth. his tail lashed, ears flattening against his skull. he was not cold, even if the air was freezing. chilly began to groom his fur down, looking around. his father said that eagle was here, and quite frankly, he didnt even know if he wanted to be here. what had eagle done for them?

    "speech"

    TAGS


    With the sharptooth around, Robin wasn't eager to take his children out on patrols, but he couldn't keep them locked in the camp. Better they should be out with him, he reasoned, than with a less seasoned cave-guard. He'd have been more comfortable if Feather was beside them, but it seemed that the ghost of their eldest sons and the accusations that had flown between them had built up a wall that grew harder to surmount each passing day.


    He risked a glance sideways at Chilly. The boy didn't look too pleased to be out. It made Robin's heart ache, but there was nothing he could about it. This was the part of parenthood he hadn't experienced with Eagle and Sparrow: the beginning of the moody moons, when nothing he said or did would be completely right, and his children would want to break free from their protective father and spread their wings. Most of his peers had managed okay, and their offspring had been better for the freedom they'd painstakingly etched out for themselves. Others had not been so lucky, and their children tried to avoid them. Robin could only try to do his best and hope that he wouldn't fall into the second category.


    The wind blew snow into his eyes, and as he blinked it away, Robin made out a figure waiting by the border. It was a bad day to be stuck outside, and that wasn't even counting the danger the sharptooth presented. Gently bumping against first Chilly and then Fawn, he offered both an affectionate smile and quickened his pace.


    Despite the similarities in features and pattern between him and the waiting stranger, Robin didn't recognize his son. The better part of at least fifteen moons had passed, and his fluffy little Eagle had matured into a strong adult. Nose twitching, he inhaled the other's scent. WindClan. He'd heard that a patrol of them had passed by recently: could this be a follow up? If it was, he hoped it wouldn't take up too much time. Part of the reason for this excursion was to take Fawn and Chilly to visit their older brothers' "graves," the spot where Robin chose to commemorate them.


    Offering Eaglestar a polite, if bland, smile, he asked, "Are you here to speak to the stoneteller?" This was a WindClanner, after all: what other reason would he have for travelling so far? Best to take him to the camp quickly, where he'd be safe from the sharptooth and Sky or Current could deal with him, leaving Robin and his family to return to their outing.

    Fawn would parade over - her silken beauty yet again marred by the cold, calculated gaze in her eyes. She was a stunning molly, it was just a pity her personality didn't match. Brown optics wandered over the sturdy figure of Eaglestar.... and honestly, she wasn't all that impressed. He reeked - as all clan cats did - and his gaze seemed worried. Worry and nerves were weakness, and only good for exploiting.

    ... fake ...