Fragile as a flower || Mottlewish's intro

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    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Mottlewish turned around in her nest, trying to find a comfortable position. It hasn't been long since she's been accepted into SkyClan, really. And she felt thankful for the opportunity. Being a street cat was nice, experiencing how Adrien's life could've been and all, oh how she missed him it's been so long, but she always tended to being a clan cat rather than ending up in a shelter like that. She always hated when she heard someone got on the death line, knowing they'll be facing the same fate her mate did, and meeting her past rivals in the area was quite awkward. I mean, going so far, she never looked back on her life as a kittypet, but she did miss being a clan cat quite a lot. She knew how many friends she's made, how many cats she outlived. And it was painful. DarkClan beared all of this memories but no one really remembered. It didn't feel home anymore. And so, if this place that has done for her son what she couldn't would take her in, she would happily join in. She was tired of trying to be a warrior and knowing very well how terrible she was at it. Her duties as a deputy were also very hard for her and now that she knew DarkClan had what they needed, she didn't seem to have anything tying her to that place. All of her friends passed, but who could stop her from telling stories and remembering?


    The one thing she did mess up during her life though was parenting. It wasn't necessarily she had bad parenting skills, but she used to act very irresponsible when it came to her kits. And after they disowned her, she as if stopped caring about anyone anymore. Life as a loner brought her new thoughts, a new view. And maybe if she could be a permaqueen and care about others for some time, in her son's clan, the feelings of guilt would finally leave her. And as Ruestar always said, she would pull her weight, without struggling and trying to be something she's not.


    Mottlewish, as her new name was because she didn't deserve to bear one so tightly connected to her kids, walked into the entrance of the construction support. She climbed down, as climbing was probably the thing she knew to do best, and felt her paws touch the soft ground. She inhaled the fresh air along with the freshness of the new surroundings. At least she could move around well in her new home. Adrien taught her how to climb trees back in the shelter all of those seasons ago. She was a bit sad that Berylbreeze couldn't have known his father better. Hopefully they found each other in StarClan. But she wasn't to be weighed down by her son or her mate's death anymore, all she had to do was remember. No, this was about her. A new life. A new position. A perfect blank page, a new start. That was what she needed for her optimism to rise to the top. With a smile on her face walked in between the cats and settled down under one of the treehouses. Perhaps she would even meet someone new or finally get to know a member of her son's family.


    //whoops got kinda carried away. forgot this babe used to be my musecat lmao :-[

    The newish SkyClanner seemingly still hadn't gotten a chance to meet the many faces that were within the clan despite his best efforts. He participated in every meet and greet thrown at him, every time he grew bored he sought out someone he was yet to get to know to know them better. Would he ever keep up with the new faces or older members of the clans showing their faces again? Most likely not...

    But he was sure going to do his best, so when he spotted yet again another face he didn't know to well he made his way over with a small smile to the tree houses.


    "Hey er... Mottledwish right?" He asks with a tilt of his head, "I don't think we've met yet... so I'm Tawnypaw if you er, didn't know." The introduction comes off as a bit awkward, but he was getting better with communicating. "Uh... how have you been lately?"

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Mottlewish turned to look at the younger tomcat, a kind smile on her face. It sure would take some time for her to get used to her new name, but it was a well needed and overall nice change. Just like when cats decide to change their names when they go from kittypets to warriors. Alexandra didn't suit her anymore so she changed her name to Jewelpelt to mark her warrior status. Jewelpelt didn't suit her anymore as she now knew she was more than jewels and a pretty pelt. Cats change, and so do names.


    "Mottlewish, yes," she meowed softly, "I actually haven't met many people yet, I came into the clan just recently. Some of my family used to live here so I thought it would be a nice change from the life of a loner. Nice to meet you Tawnypaw. I've been doing quite well since I joined, thank you. It is really bright and sunny here, plus the ground is really soft. I like the camp a lot." She slowly waved her tail from side to side as she enjoyed the sunlight she missed so much during her previous residence with twolegs and with a cave as the camp

    As with most new joiners, Heronstar had been the one to accept Mottlewish into the clan, completely unaware of the familial connection they shared. Heronstar knew of the name Jewelpelt from Berylbreeze, but had of course, never actually met her. When speaking of his mother Berylbreeze had never exactly been very warm, which to a degree, the lilac calico had understood. Still, as someone who had loved her own mother dearly, it broke her heart to have heard him speak so bitterly about her.


    "Hello, you two," The SkyClan leader greeted as she padded over, giving a cordial dip of the head to both Tawnypaw and Mottlewish. Her head turned to older she-cat. "Did I hear you used to have family here? Anyone I might know?"

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Mottlewish looked up at the leadwr who also seemed to come to talk. She always had this general respect for leaders, but not teally generally. If leaders were kind and of good heart although they could keep their clan in line, she always saw something bigger than those nine lives that was special. There was a reason why they were chosen afterall.


    She struggled a bit when she asked the question. She figured people would be curious, that was why she mentioned it. Mostly to get rid of it as quickly as possible. "Well, uhm... not really like, close family. It was more like... there had to be something about this place when he stayed... not like I didn't expect him to be loyal or something..." aaaand there it went. The old good stuttering mess Jewelpelt was. Despite her visible lack of self-confidence, she always set herself up like this. She gave a nervous chuckle. Beryl was family, despite the fact he visibly despised her with every inch of his long pelt. "I mean, he was a warrior here a while ago. My son, I think his suffix was... his name was Berylbreeze. It... was kind of complicated, but he had a mate the last time I met him I think. So he had people who cared about him."


    Alright, that was the most embarrassing thing she could ever say, but at least she stuttered it out. She had to pay for her mistakes in some way, other than all of the crying and stuff. A good way to start in a new place anyway. If there was his family anywhere here, they'd probably hate her and rightfully so.

    "Berylbreeze."


    She echoed her deceased mate's name softly, her mouth beginning to feel dry as she spoke, and that familiar ache in her chest that had found its way there ever since he had passed. So if Mottlewish's son was Berylbreeze that meant that she was Jewelpelt. Heronstar stared at her a long moment, a mix of emotions rushing over her. She wasn't sure how to react; whether to cry, to be happy, or be repulsed. It was a lot to take in, and the older molly hadn't even said that much. "Yes, I knew him," Heronstar revealed, her voice quivering slightly as she spoke. "He was my mate. The father of my children. And as I'm sure you know, he walks with StarClan now, among many of our friends and family."

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Well, that was... unexpected.Mottlewish watched as the leader spoke the rest with a quivering voice. It... it was... a sudden wave of emotions overcame Mottlewish as well. Crying tears of pain or join, excitement to meet or pleading for forgiveness, and she had no idea at all what to do. Well, maybe the leader would like to know some more information. Maybe she really didn't deserve to know Beryl's kits. They were her blood, kittypet blood but still, and she naturally loved them already, but she didn't know if Beryl would just want her to keep her paws off of them, and that was another dilemma if they were here. Were they still kits or apprentices already? Didn't Beryl mention his mate expecting the last time? She wanted to keep her calm, she's changed a lot during the past moons and she was so sure she put her terrible emotional outbursts behind her, but it was just all coming and she wanted to weep like the crybaby she's always been.


    "That- that, that's- that's amazing you.. knew him. I... I see, that's... yeah I've heard of it, and I am so sorry for your loss, my loss too I mean, but you two were much closer and, he... he was a... he was a loyal warrior from what I heard... I'm proud of him."


    Jewe- Mottlewish, pick yourself back up, be a bit more helpful to the grieving mate, say something meaningful, think, think, THINK!


    "I am happy to meet you, Heronstar, and it would be a pleasure to meet my grandchildren too. If you wouldn't mind. I'm sorry it's- it's a bit hard for me. I made such a mess of my family and... thank you for making him happier than I could because... he was happy, right?" She decided it was time to get real, no more tiptoeing around the can of catfood.

    Much like Heronstar, the same mix of emotions seemed to be working over Mottlewish. The SkyClan wondered how she must have been feeling right now. How she must have felt when she came here not long ago, and learnt that the only known family she had here was dead. She wondered if Berylbreeze had ever spoken of her to his mother. Mottlewish certainly seemed to know about their children at least, so it stood to reason she knew a bit about her.


    "I like to think he was happy, yes," Heronstar said with a small nod. Her mate was something of a difficult character to read at times He never seemed to have that way with words or emotions as Heronstar had. He could be grumpy and stubborn, but around Heron had his children, there had always been a warmth to him he rarely let show She had come to terms with his death now, but her heart ached for his presence still. She missed his voice, the piece of beryl he wore round his neck, his long snowy fur, his scent that lingered in their shared nest even long after he had gone.


    "I'm sure they'd like to meet you at some point too," Heronstar said after a moment, managing to regain some warmth to her voice. "They're all apprentices now so as you can imagine they can be a bit hard to keep up with at times. Our oldest are Charcoalpaw and Kestrelpaw. Char's going to be our next medicine cat soon once he's completed his training. And our youngest litter consists of Mothpaw, Tempestpaw, Beepaw, and Lavenderpaw."

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    After her inevitable stuttering phase, Mottlewish finally calmed down a bit, probably by the fact the leader seemed alright with having her.


    Happy. She wished he was happy. She missed him although she didn't even know him that well. It was her fault, she shouldn't've given him away. She shouldn't've done all of these things, but with that one heck of a word on your tounge, you would rather swallow it. She was in a really strange, and bad, state of mind back then.


    Like to meet her? "Yes, of course," she meowed, much more relaxed now. "It's amazing they're all apprentices now, it must be hard to manage so many kits. None of mine, I mean the second litter, kind of... made it to apprentices. How is their training going so far? Since... that sprinkle of kittypet blood and such. Also, that's amazing, I hope all goes well with his training. I heard you didn't really have any medicine cats other than him."

    She liked just laying on the sunlight and getting to know people. It was the most productive she could be, and getting to know some of her relatives she never met before would be the best she could hope for.

    Juniperthorn could never imagine it possible to hate one's mother, though he supposed he'd had quite a pampered childhood. Being the son of the deputy, later the leader, had given him a sort of... superiority complex. Family had always been an important thing to the cinnamon tom, and hating a family member was not something his rather guarded mind could comprehend. Still, he knew nothing of Berylbreeze's bitterness toward his birth mother, and so these opinions were not brought to his attention, nor spoken. Folding his ears back, with slight interest in his expression, he would draw up among his apprentice and leader, largely silent and seemingly unapproachable.


    He did not know what to think of this she-cat for now, so steely silence guarded him for a few moments. He had nothing to ask, after all... he would simply observe her now, understand her mannerisms and personality so deeply that she could never hope to hurt him. It seemed she and Heronstar had shared a connection, that being Berylbreeze... he almost felt as if he would be intruding on the conversation. "Berylbreeze was a loyal warrior. You should be proud," he murmured in a slightly instructive tone, stern as if he were telling Mottlewish what to think.

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Mottlewish ignored the visibly instructive tone and smiled at the warrior. She could already see he was one of those warrior warriors by the way he said it. She knew a few of those, sometimes it was hard to get through the stubbornness, but overall they were good loyal cats you could depend on. Like Hawkmask for example. He seemed like one of those. “Yes, of course. I am happy to hear that, he was a brave cat. What’s your name?” If he were to ask a question, she would not mind a longer talk. It was always interesting to see other types of cats’ perspective.