A Mothers Hope (Tagged)

[Jinxy]

Lilypool sat outside the nursery. She knew this was risky, going under her leaders nose to talk with her brother. But she was doing this for her kit, her daughter Finchkit. She looked behind her where her three kits lay, all snuggled up next to each other. Lily had tried to talk to her about her feelings about being trained by queens and what it seems is that she was ready for it, but she could sense the shame and worry in her daughter. Lily had not had hope these things would change, that she and her family needed to make the best out of the situation. Until the gathering, Lilypool hadn't expected Oaktalon to take Acornpaw as an apprentice. It had sparked determination and hope in her.

Lily spotted her target. He lay in the sun and was completely alone. Luckily for the queen camp was pretty much bare, only leaving Oaktalon. She gulped and slowly made her way towards him, pushing down the fear of the situation. 'This is for Finchkit' Lily thought, giving her a burst of encouragement. Lily finally got to the warrior, she looked at him took a deep breathe and prepared herself

"Hello Oaktalon! I-I know your a very busy tom but I was wondering if you could possibly come on a small walk with me, I...I have something to discuss with you" Lily took a deep breathe and waited for the tom to reply. Lily knew the tom was much more approuchable then his sister Willowstar. Lily felt a shiver run up her spine as she thought how that conversation would go down. She turned her attention back to Oaktalon 

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Notes: Finally got around to doing this ^^

[trevni]

oaktalon

Jinxy,

well, i believe this world is burning to the ground

Oaktalon braced himself against the chilled wind that buffeted the Willowclan camp, grimacing against the frost that chilled his ears and paws. This leafbare feels like it’s gone on forever, the dark tabby tom thought, green gaze focused upon the sun that peeked through otherwise stormy-looking skies. At least it isn’t snowing, for once. One might even say it’s warmer than it has been the last few moons… Even still, I don’t think it’s over. Not yet.

Leafbare hadn’t been kind to Willowclan, but Oaktalon found himself thinking of how the other Clans were faring as well. Though access to water had helped them near the end of the drought, the frozen lake offered little respite to the Clans, and he found himself vainly hoping that Fireclan and Ravenclan were getting by without trouble. Aspenstar looked sicker than I was the last time I saw her, he thought with a pang of worry. I hope that she’s recovered, for Fireclan’s sake. She only has three lives to offer her Clan, unlike the nine Willowstar has.

Nine lives. A lot to get through, if you want to take over. The cold, mutinous thought chilled his paws more than most such thoughts had. Was he truly prepared to take his sister’s lives for the greater good? If he did, would the cats that respected and followed him agree with his decision, or would them deem him a monster?

… Perhaps it won’t come to that. I needn’t think too far ahead. Banishing his darker thoughts to the recesses of his mind, the tom was thankfully distracted from his internal musings by the approach of a queen. Lilypool, came to his mind a couple of heartbeats too slowly, and the tom cursed how unfamiliar he was with some of his Clanmates as of late. I should know all of them – I should know how every cat feels, so I can differentiate friend from foe.

Another callous thought hastily banished from the forefront of his head.

He forced a welcoming smile onto his face despite how sick of himself he felt, inclining his head to the she-cat as she addressed him. ”Oh, certainly! I’m always willing to lend an ear to my Clanmates, after all,” he replied, forcing more enthusiasm into the reply than he felt. Am I being genuine, or do I just see opportunity in this, too? He hoped it was the former, but, in the current mood he happened to be in, he wasn’t entirely sure.

Shaking his head, the tom rose to his paws, shifting towards the camp’s entrance and turning a curious green gaze upon Lilypool as he walked. ”What do you need to talk about, Lilypool?” Oaktalon queried, glad that at least the curiosity in the queen’s issues was genuine. I do care about my Clanmates and their issues. I’m not Willowstar. I’m not. And I’ll prove it.

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[Jinxy]

Lilypool tensed. Oaktalon was her only hope, she couldn't mess this up. She took a deep breathe, fighting down her anxiety and the urge to run. She turned towards Oaktalon, her blue eye's showed the worry she felt as she tried to hide it from her voice. "The naming ceremony was very beautiful" She started,wondering if he already new where she was going. "You directed it so well..but there was a certain part that really caught my attention" She meowed, figuring out what to say next.

"Acornpaw, you gave her a chance. A chance our leader would never give." She meowed. The small she-kit came to mind. She remembered other queens scoffing and snickering at her. She turned back towards Oaktalon, her blue eyes full of pleading. "I have a daughter, Finchkit. She was born with out a leg, but she has learned how to run and do anything a normal cat can, yesterday she caught a mouse." She felt pride rush in her chest as she thought of the small brown kitten. "I, I want my daughter to have a chance. She wants to be a warrior so bad and thinking about her future breaks my heart." She meowed to Oaktalon. "I know I am asking so much of you, but is there anything we can do?" She begged. 

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Notes: My poor girl 

[trevni]

oaktalon

Jinxy,

well, i believe this world is burning to the ground

The she-cat was worried, despite the friendly air she put on when talking to Oaktalon. He wasn’t too oblivious to miss the concern in her expression as she turned to him, taking a long moment as though deliberating what she wanted to say. When she brought up the recent naming ceremony – the ceremony Oaktalon had headed, that had gotten a lot of murmurings and reactions as he clearly went ‘off the script’ Willowstar had provided for him, his heart sank.

The fallout from Oaktalon so blatantly changing and deviating from what Willowstar had wanted had yet to actually land, but it loomed in the sky like the most menacing of monsters, prepared to dive down and swallow him whole the second he let his guard down. Oaktalon was no fool – Willowstar would not allow him to get away with such things without some form of punishment. If it hadn’t come yet, that was only because she was spending longer than usual thinking of some way to get back at him.

””… I only did what any cat should have done,” he murmured, ears twitching sheepishly at the praise. Even if it’s not what Willowstar would have done. He felt his heart sink as the she-cat turned back to him, expression pleading as she continued, mentioning her own defective kit. Oaktalon could picture Finchkit as she spoke, but a strange feeling of dread settled in his belly as he realized the weight in what the she-cat was asking of him. The idea that Willowstar would allow him to conduct another ceremony after how he’d handled Acornpaw and Streamshine was unrealistic, but he certainly didn’t want to tell Lilypool that. Swallowing, he took a moment to consider his own reply.

”Finchkit deserves to be allowed to try to become a warrior, like any other apprentice,” he began honestly, twitching tail the only sign of his discomfort. ”I would have no qualms about testing her out if I were King. But I’m not the King – Willowstar is the queen,” he mewed, feeling a flicker of irritation that his sister was vain and self-centered enough that this was even an issue. ”I don’t think she enjoyed how the last ceremony went – even if I haven’t heard much about it yet,” he admitted honestly – one of the few times he’d admitted such aloud. ”I will talk to her about it, I promise – but I cannot promise that she’ll listen to me. I can only try to make my sister see the sense in it.” The promise felt hollow – as hollow as the hope that Willowstar might actually take his suggestion and go with it, after all the distance that had opened between them.

But what else was he to do? Tell Lilypool that there was little actual chance outside of a miracle that Finchkit would become a full apprentice? Crushing someone’s hopes like that wasn’t something Oaktalon wanted, but he couldn’t bear lying and promising something that he couldn’t fulfill, either.

It would be so much easier if I were King, he found himself thinking once again, chilled by how often the thought crossed his mind these days. I could do so much more for my Clanmates.

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