"A what?" Angela asked, head tilted to one side.
"A sentinel mother is our saving grace," Hudson said joyously. The clan, plus the two humans turned to look at him in surprise. In the past few months, the clan had grown , not from hatchlings, but from five gargoyles that needed a clan. Three females and two males were now apart of the tiny clan. Two of the females were twin sisters, with gray skin same height, and wing span. Both had oval faces with high cheek bones and kind, wide eye. One sister, Ru, had warm green eyes with golden hair, while her sister, Lu (their care takers thought it was funny) had soft, gentle light blue eyes with silver hair. If it wasn't for their hair and eyes, no one would be able to tell them apart. The other female was a good friend of theirs, named Sarah. She was an orange brown female with hazel eyes and black hair. Her eyes were almond shaped and her face and shape were more sharp. All three females had elbow spurs, but only Sarah had knee spurs as well. They were, roughly Angela's height.
The two males were tougher, more prepared for combat. Both were from different countries all together, having lost their clans to inner country gang wars. One male came from Brazil and spoke English very well, his accent and deep baritone voice that made females from any species week in the knees. He was a white panther type with ivory feathered wings. His eyes were golden and he was three inches taller then Goliath. The other male was a wolf type from Jamaica. He had the typical timber wolf coloring with orange-gold eye colors, with black feathered wings. All five were ecstatic that they were attached to the safety of a clan again.
"But, what is a sentinel mother exactly?" Lexington asked, ever the curious one.
"A sentinel mother is a half gargoyle, half fey creator that basically helps with Fertility, proper breeding and child rearing. We are the original rookery mothers, and are why rookery mothers have such strict rules. The creation of Sentinel mothers story goes back a long way. Basically, the, um, third, race and gargoyles needed help, desperately, with breeding and somehow forged sentinel mothers. Any magics we have, only goes, uh, towards breeding and the protection of children. How long one remains a child depends on the Sentinel Mother's clan and surrounding. There were tons of us, but about five hundred years ago, when gargoyles really started to dwindle and humans got more violent with territory, we started getting sparse. There's less of us then other gargoyles." The young gargoyle replied, he seemed to stumble over several words, and paused to find the right ones in different spots. An accent was apparent in his voice.
"Hudson, is that true?" Goliath asked, looking over at the elder gargoyle. He obviously knew more about these Sentinel mothers then the rest of the clan.
"Aye lad, that's about right. Though, I didn't know of the severe decline of them. Before the massacre, our clan didn't really need to depend on a sentinel mother, since breeding was going so well. But, our clan has used one before in the past." Hudson responded to Goliath's question.