by Arcaii » Tue Oct 27, 2015 4:51 am
Choices:
1: Know Momma
2: Call her Momma
3: Know Momma
4: Right path
5: Call her Momma
6: Right path
Roll says... 5: Call her Momma.
"Is there any particular reason she's called that, by the way?" you ask. "I mean, there's no way she's everyone's mother."
"Oh, of course not." Mouse shakes her head. "Back in the day, though, she might as well have been. I'm pretty sure she spent more time with kittens than their mothers did. So many cats grew up with a second mother that, eventually, everyone called her 'Momma', regardless of whether she had raised them or not. She eventually retired to a caravan and had...oh, let's see, three or four bunches of her own? Healthy, too, and they weren't small litters. For a while, a fifth of the cats on the road were her biological children."
The older molly lets out a slow breath, nostalgia fogging her eyes. "Poor girl, she took the fall of the nomads very hard. Kept count of every caravan that disappeared. She'll be thrilled to see vagabonds like you that know her."
"We only know her because of Pretty Boy," you say. "Or...Mist, I guess."
"Mist is still alive?" Mouse jolts like someone hit her with a stick. "How on earth-?"
"He had a-a crew, about twenty or so cats," you say. "I don't know how many of them traveled with him, but it was big."
Mouse looks amazed. She gives a short laugh of disbelief. "Well, how about that. I guess you'll make Momma double-happy with that news."
What does she look like?
Why are you sheltering us?
Are we close to her caravan?
Say nothing.