It was late afternoon as Silverscreech had decided to pull away briefly from the ears of ShadowClan. Thinking with better judgment, the white-gray striped she-cat had decided to meet her son Ferretfuzz to discuss a very serious matter. One that may prove important in the future for her or the rest of their clan.
Silverscreech sat underneath a nearby pine in the marsh territory, shifting her paws nervously as she tried to figure out exactly what to say. The last time she had talked about her family, FearedJackal had become extremely mad and distant. But then again, she hadn't managed to talk about her family's past out of her own accord…but by accident. Now the shadowclan warrior worried that her son would react the same, ignoring her very existence. Still, the knowledge Silverscreech harbored could mean life and death for her and the rest of her kits. As well, potentially others.
Her fluffy gray tail thumped against the ground as she waited, her gray tufted ears perked as she glanced around for any movement from her son or other clanmates. Her mind wandered, wondering where her father Rootedwhispers was now in the world. Had he traveled far distances like she had over the years? Or had he remained lurking within the forest's depths awaiting his act of revenge on ShadowClan? It seemed unlikely in the warrior's mind. Surely if he had attacked, it would have been long ago. Unless…was he planning something?
Silverscreech gritted her teeth and shook her head in disbelief. “No. We are fine. We will be fine.” She told herself quietly. “I haven't seen him since I was a kit. He surely has left this forest and us behind. And so the better.” She puffed out her chest trying to talk herself up, but the thoughts remained. Dwelling on her mind like a heavy weight…which was rather giving her a headache. “Would have been easier if I knew my father was dead too. He may as well have been. Not like he wanted me in the first place since he tried to kill me.”
That thought only made Silverscreech feel worse. Sighing, she closed her eyes, ears plastered close to her skull. “Dear Starclan…I'm a terrible mother. I'm no better than my own father was. I don't blame the majority of my kits for hating me.” She muttered. Silverscreech was thankful she at least had Ferretfuzz in her life. “Hopefully he can handle what I have to tell him…”