Peachblossom
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“Hold still Applekit.” Peachblossoms voice has always been soft, not has she ever raised it at her kittens, but there was an under lying tone that still made the creamy molly come off as strict. She found it useful for controlling her clutter of kittens when they got overwhelming. Thankfully her older litter of kittens were close to being apprentices and would soon be another warriors problem. Her small mini me currently sitting restlessly in her paws as she attempted to clean the smaller peachy cream she kit, she had clearly been spending too much time with her rough housing brothers Honeykit and Badgerkit. “Alright Applekit, all clean my sweet one.” The small kitten jumping from her mothers paws, and almost as if clock work Applekit was back with her siblings playing Follow the Leader, or what was meant to be that but turned into another fight between Applekit and Opalkit on who got to be leader. Sometimes it bother Peachblossom that Applekit was so much like herself, but at least she knew the she cat would never get pushed around. “Oh Chant, why do I even both anymore. I clean them then the next moment they are dirty again.” Peachblossom found herself spending more and more time with the queen, making sure she got to be there for the birth of Hawkbites second litter since they so rudely had the kites outside of Thunderclan the first time. Peachblossom wouldn’t fathom why they had decided to have a second litter, with how hectic things had been with her first the healer swore never to have kittens again. But the Hawkbite and Chantellefrost were wonderful parents and great friends, offering to watch her kits so she could take a break. Offering them a quick thank you and good bye before departing.
After Hazelpaw received her warrior name Peachblossom really thought Snarlingbadger and her would go back to how things were prior, but just as quickly as he got rid of one apprentice he was assigned another one. She couldn’t blame Gravelstar for assigning him another apprentice, he was the best mentor in the clan after all, but sometime she wished she could just spend some time with the two of them, no kits, no apprentices, not another soul but theirs. Peachblossom tried to wait patiently for her mate to return from his training session, but the more time had passed the more discouraged the molly became. It was his new apprentice first time out so surely he was taking his time letting the young cat explore but it was late now and she missed him. Gathering up a small piece of honeycomb, knowing after being out for so long he would need it, the healer checked in with Figpaw to inform the tom she’d be home late before trotting out of the camp, a small happy him escaping her muzzle.
Finding Cinderpaw and Snarlingbadger was a simple task, her mate always liked to end training sessions with his apprentices in small sparring sessions. Not wanting to interrupt, Peachblossom settled back out of sight, she knew Snarlingbadger would pick up on her scent pretty quickly but the younger apprentice more than likely would not and she didn’t want to make her nervous by knowing there was someone watching. Peachblossom loved watching her mate train, seeing his body move in ways her never could. Even when he wasn’t training you could see his muscle under his fur but when he was working they were even more obvious, Peachblossom often caught herself drooling when watching him. She really did get lucky with the best tom as a mate.
As their training wrapped up Peachblossom made her presence known, directing the apprentice to use her tracking skills to following Peachblossoms scent back to camp. Once the apprentice was out of sight, she turned her attention to the oversized black and white tom cat, why did she find him even more attractive when he was tired from training all day, pushing the honeycomb towards her mate to soothe his ever aching vocal cords. “Hey there hot stuff” Peachblossom buried her nose into the tom cats chest, taking in all of his scent. She adored everything about him. Soon it wasn’t just her nose but her whole small frame pressed into his, there was not even a centimeter of space between the two, just how she liked it. Sitting there engulfed in her mate completely made the molly realize just how lonely she had felt recently. It wasn’t that Snarlingbadger didn’t give her attention, but with three litters of kittens, both of them training apprentices, and Peachblossom very demanding job, it was a struggle to find time for the two of them to be just together and be mates. “Can we just stay like this for a little bit?” She tried her best to mask the idea that she had been sobbing gently into his chest, not that she would ever be able to get away with it, she was sure he could feel the cold tears decorating his chest by this point. She didn’t even know when she had started crying, or even why she was but it felt good.
🦡 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕣 🦡
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Snarlingbader didn’t like that his mate was crying into his chest, lifting one of his massive forelegs to wrap around her small back, leaning down to gently drape his tongue across her ears. What had he done to upset her so? He frowned as she seemed to be trying to plaster herself against his chest and stomach, grunting down at her to try and get her attention. But she wasn’t listening to him, instead she was leaning up on her hindlegs to press against his shoulder blades. He wasn’t budging by her nudged but he could see what she wanted, she wanted him to lie down? Arching a brow, the tomcat looked down at the ground for a moment before back at his little mate. Her lonely expression made his heart hurt, grunting with a nod as he moved to where he was now laying on his side, pale yellow eyes watching his little lady. Immediately, Peachblossom curled against his chest, moving his paws to wrap around her body as she pressed soft kisses against his muzzle and jawline. This prompted him to purr, it had been such a long while since they had expressed any sort of affection with one another. Her soft meow made him frown, letting his chin tilt down as he pressed his pink nose onto the top of her forehead, breathing in her scent. She missed him, he missed her. Sighing, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the warmth of his mate curling up against his chest. Since the arrival of their very large family, he had been focusing a lot of his time with their growing family, teaching their kittens manners and the rights and wrongs before they were assigned to warriors.
But in the midst of all that, he had failed to see that his mate was lonely and needing her time with Snarls. Which was equally as important if not more. Her small paws were kneading gently against the white fur of his chest, his scarred skin tingling beneath her small toes. Ears perking up slightly when she began to speak, his pale eyes warm and tender. She was anxious, which he couldn’t seem to understand as she begged for some attention. Something she shouldn’t have to do. Her small peck to his chest made him purr as he leaned his face down to press his muzzle against hers, rubbing them together as he pulled her closer. He didn’t mind that she had gained some weight, she was still the most beautiful Molly he had ever seen. Although right now, she wasn’t feeling beautiful. Using a paw, he lifted her chin in order to press their lips lightly together, before he started to kiss her tears away. Forcing himself to clear his throat, wincing slightly before he slowly grunted. “I no leave. I do better.” His voice was breaking, large paw lightly rubbing her side, toes tangling in her fluffy peach colored fur. “Sorry, Peach. I love you.” He meowed gruffly, draping his tongue over her forehead and humming. Snarlingbadgers greatly loved his little mate, this was his fault for focusing so hard on their kittens. “No leave. I’m sorry.” He meowed, his throat sore but he pressed his lips against her forehead. She had to know he would never leave her, that wasn’t the life he wanted to live.
She didnt answer the worried tom right away, she couldn't find the words to do so. Instead she pushed her full body weight against him, not that it made much of a difference to the large tom cat. It had been months since the two of them had a moment of free time together. She wanted to be closer to him. Her need to be close to him was terrifying even to herself, it felt like if he wasn't directly next to her it was like half of her whole being had departed the earth when he was away. No matter how close he was she still wanted, still needed him to be closer. Without saying a word the molly pressed her paws against his shoulder in an attempt to push him to the floor, even though she didn't have enough strength to push him over even without words she knew he would understand what she was asking of him. With the toms face finally down to her level, her small muzzle trailed kisses going along his muzzle and jawline before curling into him inhaling deeply. “My love, I miss you.” Her words were soft and quiet muffled by Snarlingbadgers thick fur. Peachblossom was terrified to tell Snarlingbadger the truth, to tell him that she loved their family but needed time away from the kits to be with him. She knew Snarlingbadger had always wanted a family, and she knew even without her he would be able to have one. Unlike Peachblossom who was lucky enough to even conceive Snarlingbadger had proven he could have multiple litters of kits. She was scared that when she finally told him how she was feeling he might leave her, but they had been through alot together and he deserved to know, communication was important. Peachblossom found her paws mangled in his fur, anxiously pawing at it. “Honey, I love our family, I love every single one of our kittens, I love my job. Above all I love you most of all, I just need time with you and only you.” Peachblossom was used to it just being the two of them for so long, now things were constantly changing around her and the young molly was struggling to adapt to everything. “I know our children need you, but what about me? I need you too.” Placing a small soft peck on his scarred chest, trying to calm her anxious nerves.
Peachblossom was well known for her emotional outburst and while this one might seem like an out of the blue outburst like normal but things were a bit different this time. With her children's growing age Peachblossom had taken up getting back in shape to loose her baby weight which with keeping up with 13 kits on top of training Figpaw Peachblossom should have been loosing it rather quickly, instead she had put on even more. The weight gain on top of her restlessness felt all too familiar to the queen, she was terrified of being pregnant again, she loved their family but she was not mentally ready to have any more children again so soon. A recent dream visit from Frecklepaw, who only appeared to her when big changes were coming, solidified her concerns even more. Peachblossom was overreacting as she had not had another medicine cat confirm it, nor had she confirmed it herself the fear she felt was still all too real.
"You're all I have Honey. Please don't leave."
🦡 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕣 🦡
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Cinderpaw was wearing him out, this young apprentice had endless bounds of energy. Today had been all about learning the layout of the land, and that included knowing where the borders for the other four neighboring Clans lay. Her energy levels had been pinging off the walls when they had returned to the training hollow, deciding that a slight sparring session would do her some good. “Down. Swipe.” His voice was scratchy and gruff, mostly unused due to his invasive injures to his throat. Her movements were lagging and unsure of herself as she tried o snag her toes around his ankle. However, she was much too slow, lifting a massive paw as he smacked her forehead. “Slow.” He grunted, nostrils flaring as he could smell two scents that were very familiar. One was honey, the scent was like second nature to this tom, he wouldn’t even be surprised if his scent was all honey. Second scent he noticed was Peachblossom’s, smiling softly to himself knowing his mate was nearby.
Snarlingbadgers large and muscular body arched as he reared back on his hind legs, paws grabbing the Molly as she launched herself at him. Catching her with ease and pinning her down with a single paw on her side. “Too sloppy. See with eyes.” He grunted, his black tail lashing. Shaking his broad head as he released her, letting out two huffs to signal they were done for the day. Turning on his heels to see Peachblossom walking out from the treeline, his pale yellow eyes softening upon gazing at the cute little peach. “Head home.” He grunted to Cinderpaw, sending her away before looking back at Peachblossom. Purring as she greeted him, lookin down at the honeycomb gratefully as he kissed her cheek before dipping his chin in order to lap up the honey. Instantly he found relief with his aching vocal cords, eyes closing slightly as his little mate pushed her nose into his chest. Licking his lips as he looked down at Peachblossom, taking a few moments before he licked her forehead a few brief times to calm the curly tufts.
Snarlingbadgers could feel that something was a little off. She left no room between their bodies, her peach colored fur was mingling with his white and black fur. Ears twitching as he could hear the cries in her voice, causing him to frown as he lowered his chin in order to prod her face out of his chest. Moving a forearm to wrap around her small body, pressing kisses to her tear stained cheeks. He didn’t mind the wet fur on his chest, but he suddenly felt guilty. “Cry?” He asked, using his snout to rub against hers in an attempt to soothe her.
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