darkpelt
thunderclan warrior
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Paws thrummed rhythmically along the forest floor. A she-cat raced from Thunderclan's camp, toward the Shadowclan border. No matter how many times she did this, her heart still fluttered in her chest and her excitement bubbled up inside like a flame ready to erupt. Her eyes were light, and her lithe body twisted and turned around the trees she had so expertly learned to weave her way around. She followed the familiar trail, slowing as she reached the border, her pawsteps dropping to a light canter, and then to a full stop.
Whiskers twitching anxiously, her ears were pricked and alert as she waited for the arrival of her mate. Snakedusk was always so loyal and dutiful, he had another mate in Shadowclan, and yet he just wouldn't give up seeing her. It was like he too couldn't forget those moons they spent not knowing if they would make it back to their clans alive. She knew she shouldn't feel this way about the Shadowclan tom, but it was far too late for that.
Willowpaw was also on her mind, her beloved daughter she had given up due to her own ambitions, who nobody knew she had kitted except she, her sister, and Snakedusk himself. Hearing a twig snap, the she-cat's head snapped around and she scanned the undergrowth on Shadowclan's side of the border.
"Snakedusk...?" She called, softly, hope overflowing through her every word.
Snakedusk
Shadowclan Warrior
Looking at his mate, Snakedusk could easily see that the molly was pleased with his answer. He wasn’t sure how it would work out between having a litter of kits that possibly wouldn’t know that he was their father, but he also remembered that’s how Darkpelt felt with Willowpaw. Their relationship was a tricky one, one that Snakedusk wished that there was a way for them to be together without any borders or rules. Sure, there would possibly be a day in which Snakedusk was forced to choose between his two mates, as having a paw in each world would eventually come back to haunt him.
But he didn’t have to worry about that now.
“I hope we end up with a mini-you” Snakedusk said softly, moving towards her until their foreheads touched. Looking at her with such awe in his eyes. It wasn’t until he lowered his head slighly and rubbed his cheek against hers. Truth be told, Darkpelt deserved way better than him. Snakedusk always felt nervous, that one day that she would get sick and tired of the long distance relationship.. That she was tired of him, and eventually break things off and moved on. Call him selfish, but Snakedusk didn’t want to lose her.
“Come on.. I wanna go hunting, like we used to” The dark tom said, his eyes lit up in amusement. Snakedusk enjoyed spending time with Darkpelt, always cherishing the time with her. Letting her lead the way, Snakedusk stopped them for a moment before a small smile appeared on his face as he nuzzled into the black molly with a low purr rumbling in his throat. Stars. He loves her. Flicking his tail in content, Snakedusk pulled back as he began following her.
“Darkpelt?” He asked, watching her turn back to look at him. A soft smile appeared on his face, thinning of his next words carefully. It wasn’t until Snakedusk spoke quietly “I would for us to discuss some kits names after” He said, which caused the small molly to smile widely. It wasn’t until Darkpelt led them away from the territories and into the darkness.
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