SPEECHLESS AND REDUNDANT | OPEN, PERSONAL ANNOUNCEMENT

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    Pierce had been meaning to do this for a while. He had already told Hana, which had thankfully gone well, and of course Chesspieces knew, but the little vice-leader had been stalling telling the rest of the clan about his little... predicament. It wasn't like it was gonna go away, though, so there wasn't really a good time to come out with this. Besides, they'd know soon enough if he did decide to keep his mouth shut, so he figured he might as well tell them all first. He was scared, though. Not so much of what they would all think - though that was a big part of it, too -, but of the fact that once he said it, there was no taking it back. Everyone would know, and it would be cemented in his mind. It would finally be real, and he wasn't sure if he could face that.


    Still, the green-eyed serval forced himself to head out to camp, tugging anxiously at the frayed edge of his scarf. No one would care. Would they? Would they ask whose the kids were? Oh god, maybe he just shouldn't do this.


    Pierce bit the inside of his cheek, making his way to the center of the area and calling, feminine voice soft though projecting over the sounds of the camp, "Uh, hey guys? I just wanted to make a quick announcement- a, um, personal announcement." He didn't want them to expect something about the clan from him, not right now, anyway. This was solely about him, so if they didn't want to hear it, they didn't have to come over. As some of his clanmates gathered, the feline felt his heartbeat quicken, thumping harshly in his chest as he watched each of the approaching Blizzardclanners. "You- uh - you m-may have noticed I haven't been around as much as usual. Or as friendly. Or- uh..." He wished Everett were here. If he had his boyfriend at his side, this would be fine. This would be something happy. But Ev was gone now, and he was all on his own. Right now, he'd do anything to have someone with him- Hana, Lottie, hell, even Rid. Someone he knew he could rely on, someone he could hold onto while he forced himself to open his mouth. Someone who would support him. Of course, none of them were here anymore, or at least not right now.


    "You might've noticed that I- I changed bodies. And that-that-" God, spit it out already. "What I'm t-trying to say is I- I'm pregnant." That shouldn't have been so difficult to get out, but he could feel his paws shaking, and he was beginning to feel lightheaded from holding his breath. He was quiet for a moment, collecting himself. Maybe he was already showing, and they all kind of knew. The thought made him absently brush his soft belly, feeling his skin prickle with uncomfortable heat. There were babies in there. His babies. And now everyone knew that, and there was no turning back. "So, I- I just thought you guys should kn-know, I guess." This was embarrassing.


    Kids were... ok he guessed. Memento had always been indifferent about children. On one hand, they could be annoying as all hell, but on the other, they could be really cute and sweet. For example, he could stand Mike- er, Foggedperspective, but only because he wasn't really young and only very mildly bugged him. The kid seemed to have a good heart, so that certainly helped as well. This aside, however, the husky didn't really know Pierce very well, but felt it only right to congratulate the guy. "Congrats on the hellspawn." He said jokingly, smirking. "So um, if I can ask, who's the father?" Had he been aware of Pierce and Everett's relationship, or the fact that Ev was currently not around, he probably wouldn't have asked that.


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    tags — It's nice being.. alone again. Without fighting to change the other he'd merged with after his death. It's nice not having her guilt and pain constantly crowding around him, it was nice being able to walk around on his own, not watching through Malkyn's eyes. The massive hound's attention is drawn by the sound of someone calling for an announcement and curiosity gets the better of him, lumbering over on heavy paws. Roy carries himself.. prouder, taller, more assertive, deliberately trying to intimidate through body language alone.


    At the serval's announcement, Roy's head tips to the side slightly, a faint smile curling over his muzzle, something about it off and unlike the soft, forlorn smiles Mal's been offering to others who were expecting. The hound hums a little, shifting his weight and opening his mouth to speak. "Congratulations, love. I'm sure they'll be beautiful and healthy." Roy's gaze slides over the anxious way Pierce held himself, the anxiety, the fear, the nervousness of the announcement. "If you ever want to talk," He offers softly, figuring that was something Mal would say, in light of the news.


    As the hesitant, feminine voice fell upon the tom's ears, he pricked them and absorbed the stranger's words. Just who was this, now? The tuxedo cat swiveled his gaze towards the serval, his green eyes trailing over the serval femme's form briefly. He didn't know this chick, did he? She didn't seem familiar. Whoever she was, she was pretty gorgeous. Maybe after this little "announcement" of hers, he'd hit her up for a drink. Jerseyboy rose to his paws, swiping his pink tongue over his canines and striking a devilish smirk. He slowly padded over, now curious as to what she had to say.


    Or, what he had to say.


    Changed bodies? Wait, so who was this? As Jerseyboy's grin faded from view, he peered closer at the "female" serval. He could tell by the expression and the way he spoke- it was Pierce. He had lived with the guy for months now, he could tell by now what the mannerisms of his vice-leader were. Since when had he gained this body? "You? Pregnant?" Everyone was getting knocked up all of a sudden, and Pierce was no exception. Who was the father, then? Was it.. "Oh," Jerseyboy didn't know what to feel more sick about- the fact that Pierce had conceived with someone or the impure thoughts about Pierce's new body that he was currently trying to erase rapidly from his mind.


    A single ear flicked away at Vinny’s words, uncertain whether he should be pleased, further upset, or offended. On one hand, he was joking around and being nice, on the other hand, while Pierce loved all children, especially his own, he hadn’t planned these, and the congratulations... kind of hurt. Not as much as the male’s next question would, of course. “Oh, um, thanks,” he said softly, though the words were genuine. Memento was just trying to be nice, after all. So, despite Pierce’s fears, he was grateful for that. Maybe this could somehow feel normal. "So um, if I can ask, who's the father?"


    Everett. His dearest Everett, who he loved so much, who would be so pleased about this news, who was now gone, leaving Pierce to raise the kids on his own. The young man didn’t blame him, of course, but it still hurt, the thought that these kittens were Everett’s, that he could’ve been here to help Pierce, to watch them grow up... “Oh. He- he’s- not here. N-not anymore.” He wouldn’t say the name. He couldn’t, not right now, anyway. He wanted to be able to at least keep that part private, though odds were, when the babies would born, everyone would know. What other male servals had Pierce been even remotely close to around here?


    Next was Malkyn - or, who he thought was Malkyn. Though big and kind of intimidating, Pierce had always liked her. She was nice, and friendly, and Pierce hopes to get to know her better. "Congratulations, love. I'm sure they'll be beautiful and healthy." He glanced up at Rory, the edges of his lips twitching slightly as if wanting to curl up into a smile, though he was unsure whether he should or not. “Th-thanks, Mal,” the little serval murmured, his tail curling tightly around his paws to keep himself calm. At the hellhound’s offer, he gave a tiny nod, though was distracted when Jerseyboy came over.


    The tuxedo sure as hell was lucky Pierce hadn’t caught his stare, for he had become so familiar with it, he would know exactly what was going through his mind. Ears pressing to his skull as the Deputy spoke up, Pierce felt his lips sliding into a small frown at his words. He was sure they weren’t meant in such a way, but the way Jersey said them humiliated him, made him feel as if he’d done something wrong.


    Had he done something wrong? He had hardly been dating Everett. Surely, most people... waited. This was his fault. God, it was all his fault. How could he have done this? Sentenced his children to a life without their father? Of course, he hadn't expected to get pregnant, nor had he thought Ev would disappear, but he should have thought of it. He was always doing these things- ruining things for people, whether it be himself or those he cared about, and now, he had even done it to his kids. What a great dad he was. “Well, uh, y-yeah,” he managed in response, though the question really hadn’t needed answering.


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    THEY DON'T CALL ME THE EVIL QUEEN FOR NOTHING


    Upon hearing his call, Maze was not sure what they were being called for. However, she came upon Pierce, as she was a bit confused. But that was when she noticed, that Pierce was pregnant. Of course, the hell hound knew what it was like being pregnant. This was her second litter, and she felt a bit like she was hoeing herself around. But for now it was okay, as she still hadn't found the right one she was looking for. "Congratulations Pierce." She dipped her head toward the Vice leader.



    "If you ever need anything, such as advice and such. Please don't hesitate to ask me." In her entire life, the hell hound had been through a lot of pregnancies. Some of the litters she had, she ended up having still borns. Stiilborns were very scary. Losing kids was something that could break anyone's heart. But the heart that would be broken the most was the mother of the child.

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    steve harrington - male - physically 2, mentally 18 - mixed breed feline - blizzardclan - info -ref


    ❝Steve approached at the sound of a slightly familiar yet more feminine voice. The words spoken were a bit more surprising once the chocolate tom neared the area, seeing as it was Pierce. Furrowing his brow, he tilted his head. How in the hell could this dude get pregnant? If he was correct, you kind of needed to be biologically female to do that. After mulling it over with a good, hard look at the ground, a few metaphorical dots connected in his head. Body changes were common around here, so sex changes most likely were as well.


    An 'oh, I get it' expression on Steve's face, he furrowed his brow yet again, now contemplating who was the father. The correct answer, Everett, crossed his mind, but it was quickly dismissed. It reappeared in his mind though, after remembering that Everett had been growing a flower for Pierce. A knowing grin crossed his face and he nodded with a glance at Pierce. The thought was quite odd and a bit disturbing to him, especially having grown up in a homophobic household (and environment in general), but he wasn't entirely worried about gender when it came to any relationship. ❞

    I WON'T BREAK･ﾟ✦ Pregnant?. Ladon wasn’t entirely sure what that meant but everyone else seemed to take in this news in a positive way so he would just assume this was wonderful news Pierces had shared with all of them. So the winged pup would approach with his tiny paws to head over closer towards the serval how still was a bit bigger then the growing pup so had to lift the head upwards a bit. ” Congrats Pierces i uhm, wish you luck.” he said with a small smile, tail wagging back and forth as he titled the head a bit towards the side as he wondered if he had done this the right way. He hoped so but his blue orbs however bedrayed his slight confusion.


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    Okay but seriously, what the fuck? She had been young when she lost her litter almost 2 or 3 moons ago now at this point. And her body had rejected the children due to her age, causing a miscarriage. Pierce was older than her but he was male. Certainly he'd gotten another body but that was...not fair. It was not fair at all. She would have loved and cared for her children, despite not knowing who the father was, despite them being accidents. She would have been a great mother...but the fates had denied her. And now they had blessed a male with babies? Flattening her ears to her skull, the female struggled to take in breaths. She felt tears prick her eyes. She lowered her gaze, fighting with herself to remain calm. She had to be happy for her Clan mate...had to be..happy. "Congratulations," she said softly, heterochromatic gaze not reachign Pierce's eyes.

    Giving the serval a nod of understanding, Memento decided not to press anymore. Well, that was a shame. It was pretty shitty of the father to flake out on poor Pierce though... reminded Vinny of his own father- even if his mother had been forcibly taken from the clans, he never even came looking for them. Or maybe he had, and he just hadn't been looking in the right place? Whatever the reason, it no longer mattered. His father was long gone, and so were the rest of his family- direct family, at least. Clearing his throat, the husky would speak again, giving Pierce a gentle smile. "Well, I'm not the greatest with kids and I know we aren't too close but, if you ever need anything, feel free to come see me." The male said, lingering for a few moments before turning away.


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