PUT ALL YOUR FAULTS TO BED || o, pregnant?!

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    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    Let's say... he did something shameful with that defect of a RiverClanner. Poor boyo didn't have a lick of color on him! Macchiato shuddered thinking about it as he waddled onto his own territory. His stomach had gotten slightly larger, and quite honestly, the lad did not feel good. His thoughts drifted to pregnancy. Yet, there was no way he was pregnant! He was a tom cat, not some sort of defect. He traveled into the city, slowly, accidentally slamming into a building at first. Ugh. If he as pregnant, he would not have a good time.


    //mobile


    "Whatsa matter?" Maru's voice would give away her positions as she approached the tom, who seemed a bit distressed. Then again, Maru was a hunter, not a therapist. She had no idea what emotional distress looked like, cause she was always happy! For the most part. Sometimes she got bored, but bored didn't necessarily mean unhappy. Anyway, Ikimaru looked at the tom- was he putting on weight? Ikimaru looked at the tom with more curiosity than concern.