[Jayvines]

 

Originally Posted by gs29513

Tansyjaw was almost tempted to chuckle. Almost. Her sense of humor mostly related to vaguely threatening death and destruction upon others, but for some reason Lioncrest's little comment about not being a medicine cat tickled her slightly. Wrongly. He was not in her good graces enough to be getting a laugh, no sirree. All he was getting was a choked off little snort, which wasn't terribly attractive but better than a big laugh. Chuckle. Whatever.

What she would allow herself was to wish her grandkit well in his hope for a large litter. She would certainly prefer one, seeing as their family had declined in number somewhat throughout her lifetime. It was a bit easier to manage them when there weren't so many, but it meant less cats to carry on their legacy. Lioncrest was the only one who'd gotten around to having kits recently, which was rather unfortunate. Tansyjaw wanted the chance to impress values on at least a few more litters before she bit the dust herself. I hope Starclan blesses you and....your mate with a large litter as well.

Let it not be said that Tansyjaw was unreasonable. She was aware by now that there would be no dissuading Lioncrest from being mates with Dovefluff, if they weren't officially mates already, there was nothing for her to do but accept it. Was she happy? No. Could she deal with it because she was far more sensible than those fools Shockkit and Sparkkit she could see over there? Yes. She also saw no reason to stay on such a mutually dissatisfying topic. How do you think Bumblestar plans to deal with the hostility with Windclan? It was a rather radical switch in topic, but would likely be involved in the meeting coming up, so there was no harm in discussing it now.

~ Lioncrest ~

It was a pleasant surprise to hear the cut off snort that his family's matriarch attempted to conceal as his light jest landed. A glimmer of amusement sparked to life in his eyes, but he made sure to keep them trained on Bumblestar, so as not to give away his pleasure at making his grandmother loose her composure ever so briefly. Her well-wishes were even more of a surprise, and as the words escaped her jaws he pulled his gaze away from his leader to give Tansyjaw a respectful dip of his head (pleasant surprise very plain on his face before he squared it away into his usual collected expression).

"Your words are very much appreciated," he rumbled amber eyes glancing up towards the sky before returning to Bumblestar once more. "If you speak such wishes, the stars should have no choice but to bless our family with plenty of worthy heirs."

Letting out a polite call of the newly appointed apprentices names, Lioncrest was about to respond to his grandmother's clear topic change when their leader conveniently deposed that information to them with her seemingly usual irritation. Herbs... Was that really going to solve this issue? Brows furrowed slightly, but the large golden tom refrained from expressing his opposition openly (instead opting to flick his tail behind him in an effort to rid himself of his displeasure at the decision).

"I suppose that answers that..."

With a final rumble of frustration, Lioncrest pushed himself to his feet as the meeting was dismissed before turning back to Tansyjaw and giving her another nod of his head.

"I will keep you informed of my kit's progress. You will be the first to know, besides our medicine cat, of any developments," he hummed. "I do hope they turn out strong..."

Turning away, the large golden tom padded back towards the nursery to check on his star.