:: 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕪 ::
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖-𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟
Teeth bared together as the male breathed heavily in through his nose and snarled out of his clenched teeth. The pain within his side was almost unbearable, sparks of pain shooting up his side and towards his back. Deep claw marks had been scored down his lovely blonde pelt, one green and one blue eye narrowing in pain as he stared down at the blood splattered snow. How exactly did he expect to hide all of this? Rounded ears twitched as he could hear heavy paws against the snow, his lips lifting in a snarl. While on his way to visit Dahliapetal, a rival Mountain tribe had taken notice of his usual route and had intercepted. Catching him both alone and off guard. Looking back down the ground, he used a broad paw to lift the snow and press the frozen particles against his pelt, wincing as he swallowed a hiss. The cold snow would help to staunch the bleeding but he really needed it to numb the torn skin.
Looking back down at the ground, his nose twitched with the metallic scent the was dripping off go the long fur. That would be another problem, but right now he was pushing his toes into the near frozen dirt, using the warmth from his toes to create a slight wet mud that had more so the consistency of clay. Grumbling, he lifted his paw in order to smear the mud across his open wounds, biting down on his lower lip. It would dry and help with the bleeding, mostly with hiding the scent. For now it stung like hell. Panting from the pain, he chose a thick patch of snow as he rubbed his sides and belly against the snow, trying his best to wash off the blood. He could hear the cats making their way down the mountain, following his blood trail. Blood bumping through his veins at a mile a second, he glanced up once towards the mountain side. The dense trees made it hard to see his rivals, but the falling stones and snow were obvious indicators. Grunting, the massive tomcat couldn’t afford to be caught, instead he began to run as fast as he could manage.
Broad paws acted like snow shoes as he ran down the steep slope, grunting as he slammed his side into a sideways tree, snow falling to the ground as he pushed himself off of the tree. Panting, his breath was mixing into the frigid air, morphing into a white mist as he flinched. “He’s down there!” Someone screeched through the trees, his nose scrunching as he snarled in annoyance before he looked around. Loud horn squealing into the wind, his eyes widening as he began to run at full speed through the trees. At this point the rival cats had pushed him away from his territory, but he also knew where this was. Ears twitched as he heard his attackers. “He’s heading to the train tracks! Rabbit stop him!” Someone yelled, but he wasn’t paying them any attention as he pushed himself to go faster. Eyes shifting towards the oncoming train as the massive engine was pushing snow out of the way with its pointed shield, snow spraying aggressive off the tracks Almost there. He was telling himself, teeth gritted in pain. Grizzly risked death by train or torturous death by these males. He knew which option he preferred. Grizzly was three foot from the tracks and the train was ten foot away from him. Yowling, Grizzly propelled himself over the tracks with his attackers halting suddenly in their tracks as the loud roar of the train suddenly overwhelmed all of his senses. Frowning, he grunted slightly as snow sprayed on his pelt, but it didn’t hurt. Instead he felt reassured that the train had a long haul, his blue and green eyes turning away to gaze at the slope beneath him.
He still needed to get to the meeting spot with Dahliapetal, but the pain in his flank was going to be a test of his abilities.
Dahliapetal
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Cross
Chaotic Siblings
The silver and white molly was rubbing her cheek against Grizzly’s shoulder, a bright smile appeared on her lips. She loves her fiancé dearly. “I couldn’t help it, it was love at first sight” Dahlia confessed, moving to press a gentle kiss against his lips before hearing Cross muttering ‘I’m going to throw up’ and sending him a glare his way. Stupid Cross, he was just jealous that he hadn’t found love yet. Moving carefully within the nest, the small Maine Coon laid until she was on her back and carefully moved her fiancé’s head until the mountain cat’s head was resting on her chest “Don’t worry my mountain man, I’ll be your personal nurse until you’re healed up.. Then I’ll help you make it back home safely” Dahlia said, hiding a smirk from Grizzly. This poor tom, thinking that he would be leaving this den and her easily. While the two toms were speaking to each other earlier, Dahlia had slowly begun plotting in her head as she came to realize…
Grizzly needed someone to take care of him.
Of course Cross had put the idea in his little sister’s head about keeping Grizzly hostage, which was his fault if anyone was to blame. Dahlia wasn’t one for kidnapping, but it was for good reasoning.. To make sure that her fiancé was healed up! Yeah, let’s go with that. Letting out a sweet purr, she began licking the top of her love’s head in order to smooth down the fur that was sticking up “My emotions had gotten the best of me, my mountain man.. I apologize” Dahlia frowned as she thought about her ill-temper earlier, she needed to work more on that. Dahlia let out a soft hum while leaving a lingering kiss on the side of his head. Closing her eyes for a moment before her paws carefully wrapped around the tom’s broader body, making sure that she didn’t touch any of the cuts that were bandaged up “I love you, my sweet Grizzly” The small molly whispered softly to him, before resting her chin on the top of his head. Yes, her mountain man was very important to her.. If that meant keeping him hostage in order for him to be healed.. So be it.
Besides she’ll meet him halfway and spend some time with him in the mountains when he’s healed so that she can make sure that he’s better.
“I’ll take care of you, my Grizzly… You won’t be leaving my sight” Dahlia soothes him, her dark green eyes lighting up in mischief and a smirk appears on her face. Her mountain man wouldn’t be escaping her anytime soon, no… Not with his crazy woman around. Sure, she was slighly crazy.. But her emotions came rather deep from the heart. Looking at Cross, her eyes narrowed as her paw went to shoo him away “Shoo now, I must catch up with my mountain man. Go get some cobwebs for him and I’ll change them before bedtime” Dahlia said, to which Cross let out a snort and rolled his eyes. Crazy molly, what would Cross do without her?
“I had left the city a couple of months after Dahlia and our brother Edge, the city life wasn’t my scene” Cross said, wrinkling his nose at the thought of his father’s lifestyle.. Murdering and all that wasn’t for him, the large Maine Coon wanted more of a relaxed lifestyle. He looked around a den, a sheepish grin appearing on his features when thinking about how he obtained it “I actually won this den when I was gambling with a childhood friend, he thought to win by cheating.. But I had a couple of tricks up my sleeve” Cross said to which Dahlia scoffed and rolled her eyes, sibling love.. What can you do without them, they drove you crazy but you couldn’t help but love them.
The black and dark grey tom turned towards Grizzly and inspected the wounds, Dahlia was right.. The blood was quickly coating the cobwebs and needed to be changed soon. Who knew she was so observant? “She’s right, I need to get some more cobwebs so you don’t end up with an infection..” Cross said, before quickly padding out of the den. Ain’t no way Cross was going to be dragging a mountain cat’s body out on his own if Grizzly died of an infection.. Cross wasn’t even sure if Dahlia would let him live if her beloved fiancé had passed away. It wasn’t until he slipped out that Dahlia was listening carefully to the outside world, making sure that she couldn’t hear any intruders nearby. Looking towards Grizzly, she smiled softly. “I really am sorry for getting upset, I didn’t mean to startle you” The molly said, not liking that Grizzly saw that side of her. It wasn’t until she turned carefully and looked at him, caressing his face
“How is everyone at the mountains? How’s the kids?” She questioned, Dahlia adored Grizzly’s children.. Despite them being around the same age. Of course their family life wasn’t a normal one, but Dahlia loved her little family in the mountains.
:: 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕪 ::
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖-𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟
Dahliapetal was answering all of the questions that Cross was spewing out, the males face looked annoyed but he could see the tom also knew that Grizzly wasn’t able to move very far now that his adrenaline rush was depleted. Pink nostrils flaring as he breathed out a soft sigh, ears dropping down against his head as Cross looked surprised at his battered body. No he hadn’t been hit by a car, but he surely felt like he had been. Hearing paw steps, he opened his eyes to see Cross’ haunches and tail leaving the den, causing him to frown as his mismatched eyes lifted towards Dahlia, clearly confused to what was going on. Grunting slightly in response as his fiancé reassured him that her older brother would be back, giving a slow nod as his female moved to lay on her stomach, her eyes concerned as she gazed at him. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get to meet up with you earlier.” He smiled softly, she had seemed rather ill tempered when they had ran into one another earlier.
Soft kisses were being pressed along his face and he couldn’t help but close his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her love. Humming with a deep and gnarled purr, leaning his big head closer to hers as she began to groom the dirty fur. “Thank you, my love.” He whispered softly, his cheek stinging from her grooming, along with his brow as she cleaned the dried blood away from the deep scratches. As her cheek rubbed against his, he let out a soft sigh of relief. Her grooming was starting to put his to sleep, if it weren’t for the ache in his side, he would’ve already been napping but it was keeping him awake. Eyes opened slightly for one blue and one green eye to shift towards the opening of the den as Cross entered with a bundle of green in his jaws. Grinning at the words spoken, he slowly shook his head slightly. “I will take that as a compliment, sir.” He hummed, lifting his head up a little higher in order to tiredly gaze at the tomcat. “She’s already tried that.” He chuckled but winced as his cracked ribs protested.
Grunting in response to Cross, he stayed still with only the twitch of his flank to show that he was in pain. Looking down at his paws as he sought to focus on something. They were absolutely caked in frozen snow and mud, frowning at the sight of himself before he leaned down and began to lick away the filth. The dock stung like hell, but he was well aware that he needed some mending. Rounded ears twitching as his fiancé leaned in closer to begin licking at the scratches along his side and shoulder, cleaning them up for Cross. “Thank you.” He breathed with a soft smile towards Dahlia as she kissed his temple. Cross might’ve seen this as obsessive behavior, but he found it endearing. She was definitely an odd little molly. Cross was chewing up some other root and placing it on his wounds as well, whiskers pulling back and resting against his cheeks in discomfort but he remained still and quiet before looking towards Cross as he was also curious. “Thank you, Cross. But I don’t plan on staying here for too long, my tribe will be looking for me.” He explained with a twitch of his short bobbed tail. He smiled as she rubbed her cheek against his neck, turning his big head to look at her while kissing her cheek. “Right now it’s concerning.” Grizzly hummed, while he wanted to stay longer to heal, he wouldn’t be able to.
Turning to look back at Cross he was immediately amused by his questioning while Dahlia quickly answered, her smaller frame fitting in the nest as she offered him some body heat. “If I recall, you invited yourself along. And fell in love with me on the first glance.” He smirked, kissing the bridge of her nose before he let out a soft sigh as she placed her head on his shoulder. “But I suppose I was just as enamored.” Grizzly looked towards Cross and gave the male a dip of his chin. “I’m sorry to crash in your den. How long have you been living in the area?” He hummed.
Dahliapetal
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Cross
Chaotic Siblings
“Cross, fix my Fiancé!” Dahlia said through gritted teeth when looking at her older brother, watching the taller black and dark grey tom looking at the two cats inside his den with an unimpressed look on his face. The twig on the side of his mouth twitching slightly as Cross was observing the massive mountain cat that was a bleeding mess in his den. Letting out a mere shrug, Cross moved inside the den and moved towards Grizzly and leaned down to sniff him, his nose scrunching up slightly at the amount of wounds the other tom carried “What the hell happened to you? Decided to fight with a car or something?” Cross questioned before Dahlia rolled her eyes “A bunch of rivals jumped him, he managed to escape them.” She answered, her feathery tail waving back and forth in anxiousness as she was nervous about Grizzly. She hoped that her fiancé was okay and didn’t suffer any major injuries or any infections later on. With narrowed dark blue eyes, Cross moved towards the entrance of the den and was gone for a couple of moments without saying a word.
“He’ll be back.” Dahlia promised Grizzly, moving towards the mountain cat’s side and lowering herself until the small black and silver Maine Coon pressed gentle kisses against his face “It’s okay, you’re safe now.. I won’t let you get hurt anymore.. Nor out of my sight.” The molly promised, moving to rub her cheek against his own gently before moving to groom his face that had dried blood around. Grizzly is Dahlia’s first love, the one who made her believe that true love existed. Although she also loved Timberhawk (Even if the mousebrain was denying his feelings) Dahlia loved both males equally, as her bond with both males was unique and special in their own way. Once the molly had finished grooming his face, making the tom look more presentable, was when she turned at the sounds of pawsteps approaching and saw Cross entering the den with a bundle of herbs that were in his mouth. Dahlia was impressed mostly with how her older brother could manage to still keep that stupid twig at the side of his mouth despite his jaw clenching the bundle of herbs. Getting up, Dahlia moved towards the other side of Grizzly as she was giving Cross space to tend to Grizzly’s wounds.
“Trust me, you’re Dahlia’s first pet that I’ve met.. Means that she really loves you, hope she doesn’t keep you hostage after this.” Cross said, placing the herbs between his paws and grumbled when his twig fell out. It sounded like he was joking at the last part, but Cross wasn’t. He knew that the crazy little molly was capable enough to keep Grizzly hostage somewhere. Hey, maybe Grizzly was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome already if he was crazy enough to propose to Dahlia. “Alright, this may sting slightly so brace yourself.” Cross warned before chewing up some Dock before placing it gently on his paw pad and began placing it around Grizzly. The large black and dark grey tom knew that Grizzly must be in a ton of pain, but he was quite a strong tom indeed. Dahlia moved to clean Grizzly, the areas that didn’t have any herbs so that Cross could see the wounds clearly. “It’s okay my Mountain Man, you’re doing a good job.” The black and silver molly promised, giving him a gentle kiss on the temple. Although Dahlia knew nothing about herbs, she was going to try and help with anything that she could.
As Cross began chewing up the Goldenrod, Dahlia watched her brother carefully “How long will it take to recover?” She questioned, observing her brother’s work as he was placing the herbs around the injured mountain cat’s body before carefully wrapping him up in cobwebs. Cross let out a mere sigh “Depends, let’s hope that Pet doesn’t have any infections.. We’re going to keep an eye on the wounds and make sure that he gets clean cobwebs.. Got it Dahlia?” He questioned while his younger sister nodded her head eagerly, moving towards the mountain cat and rubbing her cheek against Grizzly “I will be looking after my sweet Mountain Man, I promise that he won’t be leaving me!” Dahlia said, and Cross arched an eyebrow before leaning down to pick up the twig that was on the floor and it slightly twitched “I don’t know if that’s heartwarming or concerning.” Cross said with an arched eyebrow, looking at the two felines. Grizzle and Dahlia were quite an odd pair, a crazy little molly with a strong, and natural born leader. Huh, opposites attract.
“So how did you two crazy lovebirds meet anyways? You two went on some speed dating event?” Cross questioned while Dahlia narrowed her eyes in amusement at her brother. Climbing into the nest with her fiancé, Dahlia rested her head on his shoulder. “We met one night when we were taking a house cat to her new home… Grizzly was so in love with me, I couldn’t resist him either.” Dahlia gushed, believing that the blonde pelt mountain cat was in love with her at first glance. It certainly took a while for Grizzly to return her feelings, but she knew that he was crazy for her as he clearly never stopped visiting her after that night.
:: 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕪 ::
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖-𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟
His body aching and sharp jabs of pain were shooting up his spine but he didn’t have time to dwell on his injuries. Right now he was too far from home in order to spot a patrol and he was too weak and disoriented to find a hiding place himself. The goddess must’ve been smiling down on him as she had sent his fiancé. Although she hadn’t been too happy with his warning, the moment he had seen her break through the bush, her eyes blazing, his knees knocked together and to the ground he stumbled. Relief flooded him as she pressed her nose against his head, but right now his face was pressed into the snow in order to keep himself calm, rounded ears drawn back against his head as he took the brief second to let out a shaky breath before quickly lifting his chin and looking up at his beauty. Without wasting anymore time, he quickly explained the situation he was in with vague details, needing to get somewhere the felines couldn’t reach or didn’t know.
One blue and one green eye watched his lady as she moved to press against his side, coaxing him back into a stand while he frowned warily. Dahlia’s smaller body pressed into his, letting out a soft sigh as he did his best to not slouch into her side, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep up with his weight. Heavy paws dragged slightly a ways before he paused, scooping snow and pressing the frozen water against his side to staunch the bleeding and wipe away the drops from his fur. Ears twitching, he nodded as Dahlia coaxed him back into a walk, using her lead mostly to tell him where they needed to go, walking on his own for now. His energy was depleted but it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins that made the mountain Tom refuse to stop moving. Not only was he at risk, but so was his fiancé. Eyes roamed around the area as he was unfamiliar, nose twitching slightly. Silently he was relieved that Dahlia knew where she was going, his big head rolling to gaze upon his fiancé as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the back of her head. “If he’s willing to hide me for a day to rest, it would be much appreciated.” Grizzly panted, he had no intentions of putting someone out just for him.
Seeing the den, he grunted slightly and took a moment to look around them. The trees were dense in this area, the thicket hiding the trail they had made while he groaned at the ache in his side. Finally he pushed his tall and broad body inside of the den, eyes narrowing from the change of light, glancing towards Dahlia as she began to mutter to herself. His fiancé looked displeased but he couldn’t allow himself to worry about that right now, instead he frowned and took a hesitant step back. “Should we leave?” He asked, but instead she was leading his bleeding form towards the nest, wincing with a hiss through his teeth as he lowered himself down in the nest, his belly tender from the rake marks. Movement caught his eye, although his brows were pulled together in pain, his body moved quickly with whatever strength he had left to defend himself and Dahlia if it came to it. But instead it was an unknown Tom, standing at the dens entrance with a less than amused expression. Quickly deciding the male wasn’t aggressive just by body posture alone, his legs trembled as he sunk down into the nest, eyes glancing towards Dahlia to see her gaze brightening. This must be her brother, Cross.
Nostrils flared as he was called a pet, although he did frown as he looked down at the nest briefly before his eyes lifted towards Cross. “Well.. that is most unfortunate.” Grizzly smiled apologetically, his teeth specked with blood as he gave a dip of his chin. “Names Grizzly, I suppose I’m the most recent pet.” He greeted, glancing towards Dahlia before back at Cross. “I merely need a place to rest for the night, then I’ll be on my way. After I make you a new nest.” Grizzly winked with a smile, flinching at the sting in his pelt, eyes closing slightly before he looked back at the cats before him. “I’m not alone. There were three toms following me, I tried to hide my tracks the best I could. But I can’t promise anything.” Grizzly meowed tiredly, the adrenaline beginning to dwindle.
Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
Grumbling under her breath, along with a couple of curse words in English and other languages under her breath. Her ears perked up slightly at the familiar voice of Grizzly nearby, dark green eyes lit up in anger as Apparently, he was trying to sound threatening to her. Which made the black and silver Maine Coon more riled up than she already was “Grizzly, I know you’re not talking to me like that!” She growled, stalking towards the direction of his voice until her eyes widened when her fiancé suddenly burst into view and Dahlia’s mouth parted in shock as she was seeing all the cuts and blood streaming down his blonde pelt and the smaller molly darted towards him when collapsing “My mountain man, what happened?” She asked softly, her pink nose pressing gently against his head as the molly was making sure that his face wasn’t completely in the snow. It wasn’t until her eyes widened slightly when hearing that he had been attacked, a rush of anger went through her as she couldn’t believe anyone would dare attack Grizzly.. He was one of the kindest and gentle toms out there!
Refraining from stomping into the direction of the other mountain cas and giving them a piece of her mind, the small black and silver Maine Coon moved towards him “Come on, I know someone who could help” Dahlia told him softly. It was nearly impossible for the mountain cat to lean on her, as he was quite a massive fellow.. But Dahlia would try her best to help lead him. “Come on my love, we have to get moving.” She whispered and watched as the blonde and brown tom got up and pressed against him, the two began slowly moving. Dahlia wasn’t sure if Cross still resided nearby, as the large black and dark gray tom liked to move around a lot. It had been a couple of moons since she last saw her older brother, as the two liked to hang out from time to time. But Cross had been busy as of late, what was he busy doing? Who knows, he was quite a private tom. The two began moving closer into the forest until a familiar abandoned badger nest came into view. Turning to look at her fiancé, she released a small sigh “My brother lives here, Cross knows the basics of healing so he would be able to help us and give us shelter until it’s safe.” She told him. As Dahlia was leading the mountain cat towards the den, she noticed that Cross’ scent was stale, and it hadn’t seemed like the tom hadn’t been there in days
“No. No. No.” Dahlia muttered, cursing under her breath. The molly didn’t have enough time to worry, she needed to make sure that Grizzly was protected. Guiding him to Cross’ nest, she watched as the tom laid down “I’ll find our healer, he can help you.” She said, as the molly wasn’t sure what to do. It wasn’t until Dahlia noticed that Grizzly’s bicolored eyes were looking at the main entrance and someone clearing their throat. Quickly turning around to see the familiar face of Cross, the black and dark grey Maine Coon was watching the two cats within his den with an arched eyebrow. The twig in the side of Cross’s mouth twitched for a moment as the older sibling looked unimpressed, especially seeing the mountain cat was bleeding in his nest. Letting out a long sigh, Cross stepped into his den before looking at Dahlia who was grinning brightly that her brother had arrived and watched as Cross made his way towards Grizzly.
“Dahlia, what kind of pet did you obtain and why is he bleeding all over my nest?”
:: 𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕪 ::
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖-𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟
Move. Move faster. Grizzly was telling himself, lips parting as he licked at the blood that was accumulating along his lower lip. Clearing his throat, he spat out a wad of blood, letting the bloody spit fall against the snowy ground. His sides were aching painfully from the broken ribs, his paws dragging the ground from how exhausted he was, letting out a ragged sigh as he pressed is messy blonde pelt against a young pine, eyes closing as he breathed raggedly. Which tribe did these thugs belong to? Thinking they could come into his land and kill him off? They were sadly mistaken. Muscles in his legs trembled as he leaned against the tree, eyes closing for a brief moment before his rounded ears could hear the loud calls of the rival tribe members.
Lips pulling down in a frown, he turned his big head in order to gaze in the direction of the voices, bobtail lashing slightly as he looked back ahead of him. Flank burning from the long and deep gashes in his side, blood seeping around the mud and dripping off the ends of his fur, speckling the ground. Wincing, the massive tomcat pushed himself off of the tree, his paws pushing through the snow with his eyes narrowed. One blue and one green searching the foliage, if he could find anything to stanch the flow of blood from his side, perhaps he would be able to hide. Ears twitching as he paused in his walk, hearing footsteps getting closer and closer. Fuck, had they already cornered him? Fur along his haunches began to bristle with unease, his lips parting as he snarled in warning to his potential attacker. “Not one more step, or I will flay out your pelts for the crows.” Grizzly growled, claws extended as he swiped at the snow and stone, trying his best to appear menacing in his injured state.
However, he was pleasantly surprised when a familiar voice reached his ears. Albeit she sounded incredibly angry and upset with him, brushing the foliage aside as she angrily stalked towards him. Her black and silver pelt bristled from the way he had spoken to her, those wild eyes narrowed. Grizzly breathed out in relief, his tired and sore body almost crumbling to the ground at the sight of Dahliapetal. “My petal.” He said in a soft tone, eyes closing as he fought to regain his composure upon seeing a familiar face. Stumbling towards her, he couldn’t afford to relax as he turned his chin in order to gaze over his shoulder, getting antsy as the noise seemed to be getting closer and closer. “Dahlia.. we can’t stay here.” He grunts, looking back at his fiancé. “There are toms looking for me. Is there some place I can hide?” Grizzly asked his blue and green eye searching her face desperately. He was running out of time.
Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
“Where is he?” Dahlia couldn’t help but grumble as the black and silver molly was stalking through the woods, her dark green eyes narrowed as her tail was lashing from side to side. Grizzly was usually never late when they arranged to meet up, her mountain man knew better to keep her waiting as the small Maine Coon was quite feisty with him until the mountain cat managed to calm her down by holding her and promising to never do it again. The two were betrothed to each other, whenever the couple decided it was right, Dahlia would travel to his tribe within the mountains so the two can perform a marriage ceremony as Dahlia felt it was important for Grizzly’s culture to be heavily involved with their wedding.
Which Dahlia was handling well, as Grizzly’s children were helping the molly with learning about the mountain cat culture whenever she came to stay with them. It was getting to the point where Dahlia was understanding the basics of their language and was having small conversations with Grizzly whenever he spoke to her in his language. It seemed like everything was good.. Well until now, as it seemed like Grizzly stood her up. A feeling of anger rushed through her as the molly suddenly whipped around and her long black claws slash into a tree, her claws digging into the flesh of the bark as it left a long mark across the tree. “Grizzly!” Dahlia screeched, her dark green eyes lit up in pure rage as she couldn’t believe her mountain man had the nerves to stand her up and in this cold weather too! Stomping through the snow, the black and silver molly was letting out a string of cursed words as her nostrils were flaring and gaze going towards the mountains.
“He better have a good reason for standing me up, I even brought some honey for him!” She exclaimed as Dahlia had found a bee nest within the lands of the outskirts and brought a honeycomb to him in the shared den that they made while he came down to visit her. It was their little home, where they would stay inside and cuddle each other and talk about anything. Dahlia had a similar thing with Timberhawk (Although she claims that they’re are courting each other, while Timber has told her many times that they weren’t even friends) In some neutral territory between Windclan and Shadowclan. Raising her head for a moment, she began sniffing the air for any scents around. Looking both ways, before crossing the road, she began humming a little tune in attempts to calm down and locate GrIzzly.. But the tune was a lullaby that Grizzly would hum to her.. Which only made her even more mad
“Damn it!” Dahlia said, before smacking some snow away as her chest was rising and falling heavily. Did he change his mind and not want to marry her?! What was his problem?! Making her way towards the trail of the mountain, the small Maine Coon knew where his tribe lived, so she would pay him a visit and question why he so rudely left her. “Grizzly! Where are you?” Dahlia called out, grumbling when there was no response as if anything it caused the birds to fly away from her voice echoing through the area. It wasn’t until a couple of moments later, the black and silver Maine Coon felt tears coming down her eyes as she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken over the fact that Grizzly left her, before quickly blinked them away as the molly kept padding forward instead.. Having a conversation with herself instead to pass the time.
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