Ah. It seemed Lioncrest had nerve enough to approach her, despite the unpleasant contents of their most recent conversation. His bravery was laudable, if potentially about to land him in trouble. Of course his approach was polite, and he sat at an acceptable distance, but Tansyjaw was hardly surprised. She expected nothing less, seeing as decorum had been drilled into him more or less since kithood. It pleased her somewhat that he was keeping himself presentable, but to linger on this scrap of pride to long would do neither of them any good. His ancestry alone should ensure this level of ability and presentation, so really he was just achieving the bare minimum.
The majority of her positive thoughts about her grandkit having been thusly banished, Tansyjaw mewed crabbily (she was cold after all, but not about to take up the offer for cuddling. She wasn't THAT cold)
Good morning Lioncrest. Grandson sounded odd. She wasn't sure why, but if it sounded strange Tansyjaw wasn't going to use it, even if it acknowledged their bond beyond that of clanmates.
I'm about as well as can be expected she continued
though the......interesting that was the nicest way she could put it
choices of romantic partners among my descendants make it rather difficult to anticipate my coming great-grandkits with much joy.
This was a lie, she was very much looking forwards to having some new little minions to order around. She could still yowl at the general population of kits, but there was little hope of getting through to them. They'd just run off to their foolish parents and become all soft again. In complete contrast to her earlier palpable hostility, Tansyjaw didn't particularly wait for her grandson to reply before inquiring
How much longer do you think it'll be? She hadn't exactly been keeping track, but she ought to get a handle on the timeline soon. That way she could make sure she was on hand shortly afterwards to meet the little ones. Kits were cute, if nothing else. @
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