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Oh. So this was how a fly in cobwebs felt. Stuck, nowhere to go, unable to do anything but think of how stupid it was to become trapped. Maybe he had misheard her... "A father? You're having... Kits? But how is that even possible? They'll be near Pardus... Oh, why can't you come to RiverClan? It's bad enough that they'll be Syndicate kits, let alone with me and my brother around... How many do you think?" he asked. Silver was fighting back both joy and dismay. This was ridiculous, though. It was already bad enough that the kits were to be half-Clan. RiverClan, the Syndicate, and SkyClan; they were sure to suffer for it in a Clan that he could tell was warring against the very place of what was to be a huge part of their heritage. |
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"Same difference," he snorted coldly, and for a moment, his restrained old self had fought its was into control. "Try keeping Pardus trapped anywhere he doesn't want to be. He might actually murder one of our kits!" The ocicat's fur had been rising along his back, hostility overcoming dismay and-- "Five?!" Now, it was terror that edged the young warrior's voice. "No..." |
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"Littlewing..." No, there was nothing to say. Sorry? He couldn't be. Maybe it was better if she just left him and found a better cat. They weren't even atually mates... right? Just two cats. Two very young cats. What was he supposed to do? There was nothing Silver could do. Nothing, except, maybe, if he could release himself from his petrified state. I'm sorry. I really am... He opened and closed his mouth once, twice, and finally, his voice came, carrying his words with it. "I guess you should find that tom, I'm sure he'll be a better father than me." And with that, he turned and fled to RiverClan, faster than he knew his paws could carry him. It was just too much in one day... And we wasn't sure if he was ever going back. |
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Yeah, because he had someone ended up all the way at the Seastones. The scent of the sea was fresh on his tongue, and the sun-kissed tom squinted in the bright sunlight. After moments of inspecting the area as he perched on a salty stone, his ears swiveled to pick up noices. Voices. There were cats here? The cream tabby's copper optics widened slightly. Oh dear, maybe he should go back? Run away? Maybe they won't see him. He'd much rather be back home in SkyClan, speaking to his possibly new friend Sagemist. The warrior's claws scratched against the rocks, sharpening them to a fine length. More voices- angry voices, and then the sound of thumps and a large splash. Instinctively, he leap further up the rocks, looking around wildly for the source of the distress. He could spot a figure writhing under the water, a small wipe of blood on a stone wedged on the shore. It was just as he had feared. He was a SkyClan cat, not RiverClan! What was he going to do, he couldn't swim at all. Morningheart's ears flattened. Maybe the only way to fix this was to risk it all. Puffing out his chest and pushing his fears away, the tom lowered himself and slid into the water, kicking feebly as he tried to meet his maws to the scruff of the pregnant she-cat weakly. This was harder then he thought, and if he wasn't quick- he and this molly would be gone under the sea. After what seemed like countless hours of struggling, he felt the weight in his jaws loosen, and he forced his eyes open under the salty water, making out the figure of a tom pulling the molly to shore. And what about him? Panic quickly settled in, and he flailed, only managing to drive himself deeper under the surface. No no no. He was going to die. His limbs- he had no idea what to do with them other then throw them around in hopes of pushing himself up. But nothing was working. His vision was getting dimmer and dimmer, eyes burning with such intense pain as it met contact with the salty ocean. Morningheart took in a deep breath instinctively, and only took in more and more water, still struggling to reach the surface, his lungs were screaming. God, what a mess he had gotten himself into this time. |
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