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Post by Duskstar on Feb 23, 2015 4:07:42 GMT
Duskstar had woken up far earlier than necessary (that is, to say, long before dawn), and, for whatever reason, ThunderClan's leader had been completely incapable of falling back asleep. The large tabby tom had spent a good amount of time rolling around in his mossy nest, hoping that a different sleeping position would help cure him of this irritating alertness, but unfortunately, nothing worked.
Eventually, Duskstar simply gave up and lumbered out of camp, muttering frustratedly to himself about how awake he was at this time of night. Duskstar made his way out of camp, trying to figure out what to do. He figured he could patrol the borders, but decided it was a bit dangerous to go to the borders at this time of night, and so Duskstar ended up staying towards the center of the territory, hunting.
After burying a mouse he'd just caught, Duskstar's nose twitched, catching the fresh scent of cat. Was there a Clanmate nearby, or perhaps an intruder? "Hello?" Duskstar called out softly, padding closer to the scent and curiously scanning the area.
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Post by Silverstorm on Mar 9, 2015 20:15:12 GMT
Silverstorm had been lying underneath a particularly shady bush since she had no duties to fulfill right then, grooming herself and relaxing. She knew she was no longer some incredibly youthful beauty like she'd once been but she had pride in herself still. She watched the world around her passively for several long moments before she heard noises and her skilled feline nose caught a familiar smell. Duskstar? Her son? What was he doing here, out of camp? Not that he couldn't do whatever he wanted as leader, but Silverstorm had a right to worry about her kit. She was hoping to someday have more, but she was content at the moment with the two she possessed. Raising her fluffy tail in greeting, she mewed, "Hello." She had a feeling he would be distant and aloof as he always was with her, however, she was ever-willing to try. Being scorned was not her favorite feeling in the world and Duskstar was the sole cat she tolerated it from, although she disliked it.
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Post by Duskstar on Mar 9, 2015 20:58:33 GMT
The voice that replied was definitely not one that Duskstar wanted to hear. The voice came from behind him, and he slowly turned to look at his mother, eyes narrowing. "Silverstorm." The tom greeted coldly, nodding to the older warrior. "How have you been lately?" He didn't particularly care, of course, but it was the polite thing to say, and as ThunderClan's leader, Duskstar had the duty of being at least cordial to all of his Clanmates. The long-furred tom went about the clearing, stalking around for prey. He managed to sneak up on a finch and catch it, then buried it for later. Is she going to stick around much longer? Duskstar wondered, hoping the answer was a nice ol' "no", but doubting it nevertheless. "How's Dawnheart?" The tom called quietly behind him. His sister was a much more interesting topic than his mother, after all.
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Post by Silverstorm on Mar 9, 2015 21:25:53 GMT
Silverstorm deflated at the cool tone Duskstar spoke to her with, but she complimented nonetheless, "Nice catch." She stood up and stretched leisurely. At his first question her eyes lit up. Did he really want to know how she was doing? "I've been fine, going about life as always." Of course, 'life as always' to Silverstorm meant making mountains out of molehills, gossiping, and just plain going around expecting others to treat her with respect when she talked about most of them behind their backs; of course, Silverstorm didn't see any of it that way. She would be offended if someone even dared implied a single bit of it. At the mention of Dawnheart Silverstorm's chest flared with pride, "She's been wonderful, she really is a great warrior. Like I'd expect any kit of mine to be." She would forever be eternally ecstatic that Duskstar had reached the rank he did, despite how he wouldn't hang around her long enough for her to say it to him.
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Post by Duskstar on Mar 9, 2015 21:43:17 GMT
It sounded as though nothing unusual was going on, which most likely meant she was causing drama in the Clan. It was one thing that she'd lied to him as a kitten about his father's death, but the fact that Silverstorm liked to make ripples among his Clan's cats was probably a whole different issue that Duskstar had with his mother. "Completely normal, eh? I'm guessing that means you're causing my warriors some frustration, as usual? I figure that, considering I'm talking to a cat who is twenty moons older than me, I shouldn't have to tell you this, but apparently I do," Duskstar paused, glancing over at his mother sharply, "You cannot be upsetting your peers every moment. Should something, like a battle or a disaster, occur, we cannot have our warriors and apprentices frazzled over petty drama. You need to grow up." The tom ended with a growl.
It wasn't a pride thing, nor was it a rebel thing. Duskstar did not enjoy being cruel to his mother (maybe he once did, as an apprentice, but those days were long gone). He felt like it was necessary, though. In some ways, Duskstar looked at Silverstorm as though she were still an apprentice (he wouldn't go so far as to call her kit-like), one that needed reprimanding and reminders every second. The tom did, in fact, feel uncomfortable doing this.
"You have high expectations, but I suppose they are respectable enough." Duskstar commented, quietly brushing away some ferns in an attempt to find more prey.
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Post by Silverstorm on Mar 9, 2015 23:43:28 GMT
Stunned, Silverstorm was slack-jawed as Duskstar chewed her out. She did none of those things! Both a selective memory and emotional turmoil mixed together at that moment, to her feeling like an eternity, as she stammered, "I-I have no idea what you're talking about! Duskstar, why do you do these things to me?!" She was conveniently forgetting all the things she'd done to him, as well as other Clanmates. It was just the way Silverstorm was, she'd never been able to change. She hardly could wrap her head around the idea that she needed to. It wouldn't matter how many times someone else berated her, or how thoroughly and well-worded they did it; she was simply Silverstorm. Not evil, not flawless. A defensiveness rose up in her, for the first time being used against her son who she hadn't ever thought she'd require 'defense' from, "And apparently they aren't high enough, thinking you were the best cat you could be!" She sounded genuinely hurt, which she was, but she wasn't listening to reason. She was, in a word, irrational. His point flew right over her head.
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Post by Duskstar on Mar 11, 2015 20:25:50 GMT
Duskstar flicked his ear, feeling a sliver of irritation. With a shake of his head, the large tom sighed, "Silverstorm, please calm down. I wasn't trying to insult you. I assume you like to get reactions out of your Clanmates, and even though you're upset right now, you have to listen to me: you cannot keep starting petty arguments or whatever else you're doing. It has to stop. You're putting my Clan at risk, and I don't appreciate it." Duskstar gave a few lashes of his tail, trying to instill the fact that he was very serious about this. Silverstorm could not keep going on the way she did, bothering her Clanmates and getting them upset all of the time. It was making Duskstar's job all the harder, and that was really saying something.
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