October 15, 2020 at 10:19 pm #8346
♡ Silverscreech of Shadowclan ♡
Shortly after having her conversation with FearedJackal, Silverscreech went out and caught a vole and rat for the fresh-kill pile. She had been hungry when she left the camp earlier, thinking she would be bringing back something to eat right away…but that never happened. Not after talking things out. The grey-white she-cat also couldn’t concentrate properly when her mate FearedJackal was lurking nearby. Partly because she was dwelling on the guilt she felt from all the trouble she had caused him, and secondly because having him so close nearby but not able to show affection towards him was driving her crazy.
Her stomach gnawed at her painfully. The fresh smell of her kills and warmth of their bodies caused her mouth to water. It had also felt good since the weather had started to get cooler. However, she needed to have self control. Silverscreech remembered that part of the warrior code was that the elders and queens ate first before anyone else was allowed to eat. “You can wait. No point in breaking the rules after coming back home.” She quietly told herself.
Bounding through the camps bramble entrance, she tried to ignore the glances from the rest of her clan as she placed the fresh-kill on the pile in the center of camp. Gently picking up a small lizard from the pile, she made her way nearby the entrance of the warriors den and ate in silence. Silverscreech wasn’t sure yet how she was gonna approach her kits. Neither of them had said anything to her since she came back to Shadowclan. And she didn’t blame them. But Silverscreech knew she had to talk to them eventually and try to sort things out. “How do I go about this?” She mumbled to herself quietly. Looking up, her yellow gaze carefully scanned the clearing for any of her kits….but unfortunately she didnt see any of them in camp. A part of Silverscreech was disappointed in not seeing any of them, and another part was relieved since she really didn’t know what to say at the moment.October 18, 2020 at 12:29 am #8356RoachParticipant
Grumbling under neath her breath, sharply looking over her shoulder to glare over at her father. It was his fault why she was put into such a position in the first place as he seemed to love to torture her into talking to her mother. Why should she have to make the first move? She wasn’t the one that left! Frowning as her pale autumn orange gaze lands on the taller silver form of Silverscreech. Remaining out of her line of sight, wanting to use this time to quietly observe her mother.
Ever since finding out that her mother was indeed alive and not dead as she once perceived was quite shocking. Widowpaw thought she had lost her mother when she came into the world, only to find out that Silverscreech had ran at the first given opportunity. Scoffing at the thought, rolling her eyes as she could not believe the audacity of her, to come back and expect everything would be okay. Well she certainly had another thing coming. Steeling her resolve, taking a deep calming breath before stalking over to her.
Pausing a few fox lengths away, her diluted stripes glowing in the warm light with her graceful movements. Her dark charcoal black pelt brightening in different hues of black and brown in the sunlight, her striped tail flicking side to side with impatience. Biting her inner cheek as she refrains from snapping at Silver who said oblivious near the warriors den. Mentally counting to ten before rudely clearing her throat, ears flicking backwards slightly in discomfort once actually getting her attention.
She hadn’t expected to actually get this far, to become face to face with her mother. Widow’s throat suddenly became dry, mind going blank, heart racing to think of something. “Have you met your step kits yet?” She snarked. Of course she had to go for a low blow, honestly it had been the first thing that had came to mind. It just happened to be a plus that it was a punch line that would certainly leave a bruise.October 18, 2020 at 5:02 pm #8362
♡ Silverscreech of Shadowclan ♡
Growling to herself, Silverscreech felt like there was no way to justify her actions for leaving. She had good reasons, but now that Silverscreech realized they were pathetic considering she should of just stayed in shadowclan made it alot harder. “Yea…this is not going to be easy…” she told herself silently as she stared at her grey striped paws. Her piercing yellow gaze seemed glazed over as she sighed in defeat.
Suddenly hearing someone as they cleared their throat, the grey-white tabby she-cat glanced up to see a charcoal black she-cat standing in front of her with stripes barely darker then the rest of her coat. Her orange eyes obviously showing hostility and anger as she stared Silverscreech down. Ears flattening a little as Silverscreech took in her presence. The resemblance to FearedJackal was definite as well as the stripes she inherited from herself. Silverscreech knew from first glance that this was Widowpaw. However a mother never forgets what there kits looked like to begin with…unless they truly didn’t care.
“Widowpaw… ” Silverscreech muttered sadly. She felt her body go rigid, ears lowering as the reality of the situation dawned on her. Grey fluffy tail twitching anxiously as she opened her white muzzle to say something furthur but finding Widowpaw blurt out her questioning remark first. Yellow eyes widening in shock before quickly burning with anger, she took a step forward to make her daughter know she wasn’t in the mood for her attitude. “No I haven’t! But that doesn’t matter right now. Right now talking to you and your siblings is what I’m trying to do!” She retorted painfully. After trying to forget the fact that FearedJackal had kits with another cat, it did bite her hard that her own daughter was shoving that knowledge in her face, reminding her of her mates unfaithfulness. Even if it was unintentional. Grey fur fluffing up, she narrowed her yellow gaze at Widowpaw. “Secondly, you don’t speak to your mother that way! You hear me?!? Show some respect to your senior warriors!”
Silverscreech couldn’t believe the mouth Widowpaw had gracefully presented to her. “Where in the name of starclan does she get that snarky attitude from!?” If only the grey-white warrior knew just exactly how much alike Widowpaw and her were when it came to their snide remarks and sarcastic comments.October 19, 2020 at 12:00 pm #8368RoachParticipant
Lips twitching in a slight smirk as she sees Silverscreech barely containing her rising anger. It brought Widowpaw complete satisfaction to see that she was the cause of the burning rage. Quickly masking her amusement with a blank look, arching a perfect arched brow in a mocking manner. How could Silver think that she could just demand respect? To be treated like her mother when she had left 11 moons ago? When her and her siblings had to grow up without a mother figure. Only having Fearedjackal and eachother to rely on. Even her father was not the best, as he suddenly comes back from a hunt to reveal two kits that happen to be her step siblings. It showed Widow that her father did not feel like they were enough for him.
“Hmph” she huffs, glancing away from her mother in disinterest. Wishing one of her siblings would come along and save her, hating Fearedjackal for forcing her to talk to Silverscreech, so it will be his problem of the outcome. “I find it so amusing that you believe you deserve respect” her voice lowering dangerously, eyes narrowing into slits as her temper rises. Not backing down in the slightest when her mother steps closer. In fact Widowpaw too steps closer, her cranium coming to rest at the others shoulder. Frowning at the height difference between them, her height has always been a sore subject to her as there are times she feels that her anger or words are never taken seriously.
Though the young charcoal tabby knows that height is not everything, as all she needed to do is channel her father’s energy to command attention. “All I’ve seen you do since you’ve gotten back is hunt and isolate yourself. You haven’t even tried to approach me” she snarks, lips curling in distaste. “I am only here now because of daddy dearest” her anger dripping like venom, her words twisting with false pleasantries. Cocking her small cranium to the side as if to observe Silverscreech even more, but in reality she has seen enough. It bothered her more than it should at the similarities between them, from the stripes decorating their pelts to the pale eyes.
While they may both have pale eyes, Widow’s held a darker hue to where it looked more orange than yellow. “Should I expect more half-siblings anytime soon? I mean you have been gone for what? 11 moons. It only took Fearedjackal 6 moons to move on” she made sure to keep her voice light with a hint of curiosity in her voice, phrasing it more as a question even if she did not care for the answer. Flicking her gaze to the ground, absentmindedly pawing with a pebble laying about. “You also do know that I’m almost a warrior right? You really hold no authority over me” she decides to add, needing to be clear. Yes; Silverscreech may be her biological mother, but she wouldn’t be calling her ‘mother’ anytime soon.October 19, 2020 at 8:51 pm #8373
♡ Silverscreech of Shadowclan ♡
If Silverscreech wasn’t trying to improve on her skills as a parent, and if she didn’t care that much what her kits thought of her, she would of clawed the smug look off her daughters face. It was becoming very apparent that Widowpaw was not going to be making things easy for the grey-white striped she-cat. And she found it very annoying that the black striped apprentice could get under her skin so easily. Not to mention her daughter saying she found it funny that she deserved respect. In all honesty Silver knew she didn’t deserve respect at all seeing how she left Widowpaw and her Siblings behind, but it was something that each clan member needed to show one another. “No I don’t. But that doesn’t make any difference. Whether I’m your biological mother or not, and no matter what problems we have with each other, EVERY clanmate needs to show mutual respect to there senior warriors.” Thinking back on that, Finchtail came to mind. Her and FearedJackal certainly could of shown more respect towards the senior warrior despite there issues at the time with him in the past. It was a bit funny to her that she was even having to bring up this lesson to young Widowpaw.
As the black striped apprentice stepped forward to face Silverscreech, she realized just how tiny her daughter actually was. But that was a good thing in the grey-white Tabbys mind. Even if she was small, she would be quicker on her paws in a battle against bigger opponents then most warriors. However she wasn’t sure if her daughter was aware of that.
Silverscreech met her eyes squarely with Widowpaw. Frowning at her daughter, she refused to show it, but a part of Silverscreech was afraid. She hid her fear well behind a wall of disappointment and sadness in her peircing yellow gaze. She stayed firm and calm as Widowpaw voiced her observations. Grey ears flicking curiously as she listened. Widowpaw made it sound like Silverscreech didn’t care at all about her kits at all just by her actions since returning. And it did seem that way…but they had no idea what she had really been feeling since she came home. Guilt, sadness, hate in herself, disappointment, fear, and most of all heartbreak. The only thing the grey-white striped warrior could do now was be honest with Widowpaw no matter how hard it was. “That may be true, but you don’t see or understand half of what’s been going through my mind…” Taking a step back from the black striped apprentice, she sat, curling her tail around her grey striped paws as she continued on with a sigh escaping her lips. “Trying to figure out what to say to you and your brothers and sister is hard for me. Not because I don’t care about all of you…but because I know no matter what I say, I don’t believe it is going to change the way you all feel about me.”
Silverscreech knew that deep down that was a possibility for all of them. She would have been surprised if any of her offspring cared to even forgive her much less try to form some kind of relationship with her. “Would you have even talked to me much less look in my direction if I had tried to approach you?” She asked curiously. She let that question linger before continuing. “I can say I’m sorry and mean it sincerely.. But I don’t think that’s going to change anything either. I had a good reason for leaving at the time. Believe it or not. Its something I’m not quite ready to explain yet since it’s a sore subject…” Silverscreech didn’t go further on the subject since she didn’t want Widowpaw to know yet the information about her grandfather Rootedwhispers betrayal within the clans. The least they knew right now on the subject, the better. And Silverscreech was still afraid wondering where he could be lurking right now ever since her mother in starclan warned her to keep a eye out for him.
It wasn’t surprising Widowpaw asked if there were more half siblings awaiting to appear and questioning if Silverscreech had any kits while away. Seeing as FearedJackal had in her absence. “No. No other half Siblings. I loved your father to much to move on to another mate.” She replied bluntly.
Silverscreech gave a sad smile. No, she didn’t hold authority over her anymore since she left behind those rights when she abandoned them. And seeing she was almost a warrior just made her think on further how long she had truly been gone for. “11 months? I’ve seriously been gone that long? Feels longer…” she thought to herself.
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