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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]There were a lot of things he regretted. He was regretted tricking Darkskies into getting drunk and sleeping with him. He regretted leaving half of their litter behind in StormClan, he regretted not giving his children enough attention, but most importantly, he regretted not telling Darky how he felt when he had the chance.


    He loved her. But now he was in love with another and dedicated to her. And to be back here with the mother of his children again ... well, it was hard. But he would find a way to make it work. He owed it to everyone to figure this out. He would reconnect with his children, he would get married to Stargit, and he would ask Darkskies for her forgiveness and try to be friends with her.


    There were other things he wished to speak with her about, as well. She had stepped down and so had he. He wanted to know why she did. He wanted to hear about how she was feeling. Last time they had talked she had revealed to him that she was very sick. He wanted to know how that was going. He just wanted to talk to her.


    The tall, muscular feline made his way over to her den, where he figured she would be resting. "Darky," he called out, "it's Damon."[/justify][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 370px; text-align: center; font-family: nyala; font-size: 15pt; color:black; letter-spacing: 8px;]DARKSKIES[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 370px; text-align: center; font-family: nyala; font-size: 9pt; color:black; letter-spacing: 2px;]difficult - queen of stormclan - all powers[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-top: 1px double black; border-left: 1px solid transparent; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent; border-right: 1px solid transparent; line-height: 14px; width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9pt; color:#;][color=black]Indeed, the young cat was tucked away in the depths of her den, curled up comfortably and enjoying a rather pleasant dream. Her ears swiveled gently in the direction of a familiar voice, its unusual closeness causing her to stir from her sleep. Since she had stepped down from her position as leader, no one had dared to venture close enough to the den, let alone call out for her. The only feline who came by nowadays was Tadpole but even he had made himself scarce the last few weeks, often leaving Darkskies to herself for many days. She was beginning to grow used to the silence and idea of being alone, so much so that it had affected the way she was living. She had heard the voice but didn't understand why it was here, outside her den now calling out her name. It surprised her, to say the least, but not as much as it did hearing the name the voice belonged to.


    "O-Oh!" She'd stutter, immediately picking herself up out of her nest. Gosh, she'd almost forgotten that Damon was actually living here now - full time. Of course he'd want to stop by and catch up. Why had she thought he wouldn't? Collecting whatever blankets and toys still littering the ground of her den, the feline worked hastily to get the room at least somewhat presentable, then quickly padded off to greet her clan mate at the door. She looked different now in the light of the sun, portraying a seemingly healthier young girl with small paws that carried a plump, round belly. It was obvious to any who caught sight of the vampire these days. Darky was pregnant.


    However, knowing that her illness had been a sensitive subject in the months prior, Darkskies was unsure of how Damon would react. Many had acted excited, thrilled even, for her incoming litter, while others were coarse and condescending. Whatever the response, she knew that it wouldn't change anything. There was no going back now. She just worried about anything and everything, twenty-four seven. Clearing her throat a little, the female tilted her scarred face upwards to view the wildcat and held her breath, wondering if he, too, would recognize the changes in her body. "Hi, Damon." She'd say. "How are you?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Of course he would notice. He had noticed when he met her at the border. He had noticed as soon as she presented herself to him and his fiancée. And it tugged at his heart a little bit. The last time he saw her like this ... well, actually - he hadn't ever seen her pregnant. It just happened, and then he saw her when she gave birth. So seeing her here, like this, made a lump form in his throat. This was what she must have looked like when she was carrying his children.


    But wait, she looked so much ... healthier. He had remembered her saying that she thought she was getting better the last time she was pregnant. Maybe carrying children actually gave her a glow, actually made her not so sick. Made her feel better. The tiger tilted his head, letting his deep olive gaze travel intricately over her plump, healthy body. She looked good.


    Damon forced himself to pull his orbs off of her body and realized that his body was heating up in embarrassment. He had been staring. "I, uh - I ... hi," he stuttered, swallowing down the lump in his throat. Oh, god, without the alcohol, he was so vulnerable and such a blubbering idiot around her. How was he? "I'm, uh, well I'm good. Still getting used to not being leader." He shrugged, lifting a paw to scratch the back of his head nervously.


    "I see Froggy made his move?" He chuckled, although the sound was a feign playful and more of an irritated comment. [/justify][/fancypost]