Just because I want to get caught up so I could put this all up (hopefully) by the end of the year. Also Mrs. Robins said I could do this extra post. Sorry if this is not the part you were one. Oh and make sure to read the others before you read this or else you'll be very confused.
Because of Jazz’s shyness, Emerald would rarely have her friends over. She would complain many times about her sister being too quiet and that her best friends would think that Jazz was just being plain rude. Candy would shout at Emerald until I would step in and send the two to their sides of the burrow. After giving them the same lecture about being together for the rest of their lives and how they needed to get along, Jazz would run outside, hide behind a tree and cry until I called her inside.
Going on walks was one of the things I would push, but it was hard to even get going. I would wake them up just as the sun comes up and get them ready. Every time, Emerald would ask if her friends could join and every time I’d say no. Then Candy would ask where we would go and I’d have to explain that we were going to the center of the forest. Then Jazz would whimper because that’s where foxes would go and hang out, and then she’d ask if she could stay home. Of course I would tell her no, and then Candy would bounce in and ask if we could go to the meadows to see the mountains or if we could go to my mother’s fox hole. Then before I could answer Emerald would complain that she liked her friends so much and that she never had a chance to go on a walk with them, and before I could explain that this was a family type of thing, Candy would start to argue with Emerald by saying that she always hung out with her friends and that she needed a break. Then an argument would break out and Emerald would begin to shout, and Jazz would whimper in fear, and Candy’s claws would come out and the two would be rolling around on the floor clawing and scratching until I snapped at them and told them to come outside so that we could take our walk.
Our morning walks were usually happen at noon and weren’t pleasant. Whenever the two older girl’s eyes met, they would hiss and I would snap at them and Jazz would run off in fright. Then we’d have to spend an entire hour looking for her, and a half an hour coaxing her that it was safe to come out.
We’d reach the center of the forest around three, and then the kids would hang out with their friends (besides Jazz, who’d hide behind me the entire time, or would hide behind the nearby trees) until they ran to me and complained that they were hungry. Then we’d take a more peaceful walk home, with Emerald and Candy happier than before.
Though there were arguments, fights, and shouting, we’d usually get along pretty well. I would always try my best to be a happy mother, but after a perfect walk, while I’d be drawing with Jazz Emerald and Candy would bound up to me and begin to ask questions.
“Mom? Can Mayflower come o-?” Emerald would start, and Jazz would wiggle out of her room and hide behind a tree or bush, knowing what was happening.
“Can we go to the meadow tom-?” Candy would interrupt.
“You asked that yesterday.” Emerald would snap, then ask, “Mom, I promised Mayflower I’d come over today on our walk. Can I go now?”
“You said that last week and I found you at the trade place with nobody.”
“No I didn’t! You must be blind.” the oldest would snap, with a hint of guilt in her voice. Candy would shout back, saying she wasn’t and that Emerald was a big fat liar. The two would bicker more until the name Cody showed up. Then the fight would break out and the two girls would be barking, growling, rolling around on the floor, and biting each other madly.
Out of experience, I would usually wait the two girls out until they began to slow down, and then break them up. Then usually I’d send Candy to go apologize to Jazz for fighting with her sister. I learned the hard way never to send Emerald. Once I did and she walked up to her younger sister, and rolled her eyes which was after a sorry in a tone that told Jazz “I never want to talk to you again,” and then Jazz burst out crying and ran away. It took us six hours until we finally found her bawling near the river bank, looking like she wanted to jump in and drown, then another half an hour trying to coax her back.
Other than the usual daily walk and fight, we got along just swell. I wished I could stop time, so the dreaded moment of when they could leave would never come. But apparently, I didn’t hold that power, because time seemed to fly by. My cubs started to get bigger in the next short six months.
Emerald was out of the house more hanging out with more and more cubs. I started letting Candy go to the meadows with Jazz once in a while. Ever time, Candy came back energetic and talkative and Jazz would return later from the woods…quiet.
