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Originally Posted by Fritter
Garlic Feather
Purrks; Just a scratch| Beefed up tier 2|
He-Him { River Clan } Warrior
Garlic Feather felt all that anger fizzle out ever so slightly at first, leaving room for a sea of sadness and generally just regret as Dandelion clearly tried to reason with him, with decent points. It was true that Dandelion had been a queen before, but the fate of her kit hadn’t looked all that peachy and he didn’t really want to find himself in that grief again. Ever. Or at the very least he wanted more time to work things out and find a way to be comfortable with the idea itself so this didn’t happen again. ‘I suppose you were a queen before, you’d have experience dealing with the little ones and I know I can count on you to keep yourself alive and well. I’ve had experience too so it would be all that hard to keep our kits in check and healthy.’ this was true, that Garlic Feather knew. But he still couldn’t just drop this, stars he’d argued to far to say sorry now. It will just end up the wrong way. That anger crashed back like a wave as his former kits were called a trial test. A Trial test?!Garlic Feather lashes his tail at the mere idea, starclan wasn’t so cruel as to put down a child for the sake of learning a lesson. Not when that kitten had done nothing To deserve such a gruesome pre-planned death that some cat may not even learn from. When Dandelion took on a change of tone, seeing sense sort of thing Garlic felt a ripple of guilt wars ever so briefly flattening as he met Dandelions eyes, gaze unbroken. What was he doing. They’d only been together for a bit and they were already fighting, with a hefty sigh he was about I rest his case and apologise when Dandelion snapped right back at him, fur puffing up Garlic gaped as he searched for a reply. ‘I don’t always see the bad side of things, sometimes I’m in a bad mood, that’s not my fault. And at least I can get my head out of that side, you assumed that everything was going to be all puffy clouds and smiles when you put out a question as big as that and I’ve a stardamned right to be angry about this Dandelion. I just explained why I’m angry if anything! ’ Garlic feathers mouth was dry and he was practically huffing and puffing, tail flicking with agitation back and forth. Oh and he’d not even got started on the next part, at this point who cares if he’s not in the right he’s at least allowed to be angry about this, surely questioning the right and wrong will only bring him to spiral. Or maybe he’ll ‘ have his head on the bad side of everything’ like he always does! Maybe he will. Watching Dandelions claws unsheathe was like watching someone prepare to strike at him, it felt instinctive if anything that his claws too slid out and he took a stance that had him prepared for any blows coming his way. He didn’t question why he’d taken in that stance or why he expected himself to be attacked, he’d comforted Dandelion after killing her sister but even then her sister was clearly reckless in her attack most likely having predictable movements, a lazy approach in which it was obvious to what happened next and- garlic feather didn’t need to think out the what’s and whys or how or who he could win or lose against. That wasn’t what made a healthy relationship, working out the best way to strike someone you loved. Swallowing hard Garlic Feather made a decision in his mind. ‘Of course I love you, I didn’t save you from drowning just to say I hate you or comfort you just to break you. I meant it when I said that you’re the cat I want to spend the rest of my life with, but honestly I think that I am lucky your not leaving me. So I’ll do it for you. We clearly need some time apart to let this little fight settle and cool, Dandelion. And maybe if it heals over we can pick this back up again and push this aside, ’ Garlic feather let out a drawn out sigh his fur laying flat and head slightly lowered as he had his own little flash of sadness over this. ‘And we both know that if you’ve had attacked me, we’d both end up too bruised and beaten and get our rears kicked by the leader for such nonsense or who never the medicine cat is at least.’ the thought brought garlic a little humour in such a serious moment. |
Dandeliontuft
a blue + cream tortoiseshell she with green eyes and folded ears
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Dandeliontuft just continued bristling. She is in no mood for some humor. She wanted to rip this Tom’s fur off and he was making it no better.
Yes you love me. But if you don’t mind. I think I’m going to go! You go run off and wail like a kit for attention cuz. OH MY GOSH MY MATE WALKED AWAY CUZ WE HAD A FIGHT. Oh for Starclan’s sake. I bet you’ll go look for that old mate of yours cuz you don’t seem to like me any better. She snapped, turning tail, still bristling before pausing and sighing, her fur lying flat and ears against her head as she felt tears before to fall, quickly trying to hold herself together.
She’d thought Garlicfeather was better, but she was wrong. Just like she was wrong about her old mate, (forgot his name so insert a random name)Crow. The Tom had forced her to take him as his mate. Forced her to have his damn kits. She was lucky for the kit she had. That she had a kit who wasn’t like her father.
But she was going suffer the same thing that Crow did when he’d slash his claws at her if she didn’t listen to him. Trapping her in a barn for 7 moons, only letting her leave to get the 2 something to eat. The second she got free was the day she finally had let her emotions hit the surface.
And now she’d wasted them only to deal with a tom who didn’t seem to care. All she could think was that she’d been betrayed. First her sister was dead, the blood on Dandelion’s own paws, and now this. She turned to Garlicfeather, her eyes blazing in grief as she continued, shifting her gaze to the ground ahead of her.
I thought Crow was gone.. I thought the way he’d treat me was gone. I was trapped for 7 moons. And I had only been 12 moons when it started. Last moon, I escaped all of that. Now I’m looking at a tom who can barely see past his shadow. She felt herself start to shudder, almost wailing with every word she said.
I love you, Garlic. But I don’t know what to do about this right now.. I’ll be going. And she flew off into the brush, finding herself by a small stream, where she curled, shuddering as she whimpered, forcing herself to be quiet as to not bring attention to herself.
[ CUE JAYFROST! STEAL GARLIC FROM ME!
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