a she-cat's stirring [strickenflame]

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -550px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] Tiny white paws skidded over damp ground. Just ahead, a mouse skittered, tiny black eyes wild with fear. Its hole was just in sight. If it could reach... Too late. The tiny white paws caught up, and long claws sank into brown fur. Littlewhisker twitched her nose triumphantly, picking up the mouse and twitching her whiskers. It was always fun to chase prey. She turned around, white pelt flashing in the undergrowth, and padded back to camp. Her mind was...all over the place, as she made her way through the grass. Particularly her mind was focused on her mate Strickenflame. The two of them had always had a good relationship, and when they became mates it was even better. The two were made for each other, as some silly she-cats had fawned. But lately she'd been considering things, as she lay sunning near the nursery. She'd watched, enthralled, as the kits tumbled about playfully, under the watchful eyes of their mother. Littlewhisker felt a craving deep within her as she observed them. Her mother told her it'd happen sometime: the wanting to have kits. At the time, she'd scoffed at the idea. Her, having kits! She'd be having too much fun as a warrior to waste time in the nursery. But now, it was different. She longed for that motherly feeling... She padded into camp, dropping the mouse at the fresh-kill pile and going off to find Strickenflame. She spotted the ginger tom by the warriors den, and bounded over. Side by side, they made a comical pair: almost like a new apprentice and its senior mentor, from her tiny size to his large one. "Strickenflame!" she trilled, and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder affectionately, a purr rising from her throat. She left a few tiny white hairs among his tabby pelt. "I need to talk to you, okay?" TAGGED : strickenflame WORD COUNT : three hundred eleven NOTES : ohai! CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

[Enìɠмα]

Strickenflame

"He wears his heart safety-pinned to his b a c k p a c k
>>>his backpack is all that he knows<<<
Shot down by s t r a n g e r s whose glances can cripple the heart
and devour the soul..."

_{The Bird and the Worm © the Used}

Aside from the unusually damp weather, Strickenflame was having an exceptionally good day. In fact, with little work, no stress, and lots of time to sleep, the tom actually felt relaxed - a rare occurrence if there ever was one.
Of course, as a mere warrior, the tom didn't have much to worry about. But he was just that kind of cat - a workaholic if there ever was one. He most surely didn't need to volunteer for every available patrol, but the clan would appreciate it, and... well, he couldn't help himself. It gave his clanmates a break, at least. But still, when you thought about the wear it put on the tom, it wasn't entirely worth it.

But today was different. Instead of working himself half to death, he was going to spend some time hunting, chat with some old friends, catch up with his siblings... and maybe, just maybe, get some time in with Littlewhisker. Aw, who was he kidding? His mate came first, and that was that. And he wouldn't want it any other way.

Beneath a thick layer of tabby fur, the hefty tom blushed. To think, so many moons ago, he had been nearly catatonic with grief over his dear Silverpaw... StarClan, it stilled pained him to think about the late she-cat, especially since he had started courting the equally lovely Littlewhisker... but the tabby knew his former mate would want him to be happy. Littlewhisker was a fine she-cat - he had done good by her. Speaking of which--

"Strickenflame!" He grinned bashfully as the small calico bounded up to him, trilling his name in that sweet voice of hers' and rubbing an intricately patterned cheek against his shoulder - at her size, it was difficult to reach up any higher. "I need to talk to you, okay?" Talk? He blinked. When had she ever needed to-- oh, right - this was probably private. The tom tilted his head, amber eyes glowing with affection, then flicked his bushy tail in assent. "Great," he purred. "What about?"

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -550px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] Littlewhisker stood up and led him a little distance away, to where they could talk in private. She sat in front of him, her green eyes wide with empathy. She wrapped her long dappled tail around her paws. Though she'd been pondering how to approach this subject for some time, she became nervous now when faced with the actual situation. She was afraid he would brush her off, or hate the idea. But she couldn't count her fresh-kill before it was caught; she looked up at him, desperation in her gaze. "Strickenflame...I've been thinking..." How could she address this delicately? It was difficult to figure out how to make conversation around such a thing. But, their love was strong...it could endure. Right? She sighed, struggling for words, flicking her tail nervously. She could only tell him, and hope that he would understand how desperately she wanted this. She already loved him so dearly, the next step would be to have his kits. It was logical and everything. And thus, she decided it would be the best to just come out with it. "Strickenflame, I want to have kits." A little nervousness filled her gut, but she was happy to have told him. The worst he could do is say no... TAGGED : strickenflame WORD COUNT : two hundred twelve NOTES : horrible post D: CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

[Enìɠмα]

Strickenflame

"He wears his heart safety-pinned to his b a c k p a c k
>>>his backpack is all that he knows<<<
Shot down by s t r a n g e r s whose glances can cripple the heart
and devour the soul..."

_{The Bird and the Worm © the Used}

When Littlewhisker didn't answer his question right away, but instead lead the tom to a private place, where their conversation couldn't be overheard, Strickenflame felt a bit of worry tug at his gut. It was obvious that something was bothering the she-cat - he could almost scent her anxiety - but was that really what she wanted to talk about? Or was his mate simply afraid of how he might respond? This, to be frank, frightened him even more, but, being the trusting tom that he was, the tabby followed her anyway. Was she sick or something? And simply afraid to tell him? Or had she gotten into trouble? Or maybe even--

"Strickenflame...I've been thinking..."

She'd been thinking? Okay, good. Thinking was safe. Thinking wouldn't take her away, or break his heart again, like it had been broken when Silverpaw had died. But... thinking about what? What on earth would she be thinking about that, in their close-knit clan, required this kind of privacy? His heart leapt into his mouth. Was she angry at him for being so busy lately? Was he neglecting her without even knowing it? Great StarClan, he was such a fool, how could he ever--

"Strickenflame, I want to have kits."

The tom's expression slowly changed from horror at his own stupidity (which now seemed to have been unproven, and replaced by an entirely different kind of stupidity) to shock. "...Kits?" he croaked, as if attempting to test the familiar word on his own tongue. The request wasn't the least bit unwelcome - indeed, the tom had always loved kits - but it was almost completely unexpected. Littlewhisker had always been so bright and active - what kind of mother would she make? A good one, to be sure. But what kind of father would he make, with his awkward, clumsy ways...?

StarClan, he already pitied his kits, whoever they would be.

Sweeping a long, bushy across the ground, Strickenflame realized with a start that he hadn't given his mate a reply. He hadn't even been mulling it over - he should of given his ssent long ago! Bending down to brush cheeks with her, he grinned and murmured, "I'd love to have kits, Littlewhisker! How could I ever say 'no' to something like this?" Laughing, he pulled away, highly anticipating her reaction. Kits... wow, what a world.

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