Hello? Temptation? It's nice to meet you {Tantrum}

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    —— FLAXENGLARE ——

    Soon to be King

    Flaxenglare sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he stood outside the nursery. Dahlia's labor had been...exhausting. Was this how it was going to be with Firedawn? All the screaming...the blood...He shook his head, but couldn't help but smile shakily as he thought about those fluffy little kittens...It'd be worth it, surely, to bring those children to the world. He just wished Dahliaflow - and Firedawn soon - didn't have to go through so much pain to do it...

    Go through so much pain alone...

    His softened golden hues would harden into suffocating amber. The male would lift his head, turning his sights around camp. During the labor, it had slipped out whom was the father. Tantrum. That piece of...He shook his head, swallowing down bile. He knew his anger towards the male had always been unjust - born out of jealousy and nothing truly personal. Flaxenglare had been trying to find a way to apologize to the male, but the man avoided him like the plague and..honestly a bitter part of himself still chose not to say the words. Something about Tantrum felt off to Flaxenglare. He didn't trust him.

    He should've kept a better eye on him.


    Spotting that familiar star-speckled coat, Flaxenglare would make his way over. Coming up from behind him, Flaxenglare would fight the urge to shove him and instead cleared his throat. "What're your plans with my sister and her kits?" Cutting straight to the point. He's not fooling around with this. Tantrum has just put a massive responsibility on Dahliaflow, and he better help out with that massive weight. But more so than that, he better fucking apologize. For doing this to dahliaflow, for giving her that loving look in her eyes that he seems adamant against reciprocating. Fine - if he doesn't love her that's his problem, but he's not getting away with this.

    Not with Flaxenglare's sister.


    TANTRUM.


    "Speech"





    YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING PLASTIC

    tantrum turned his head with a soft grunt, the quick words seeping into his pelt and making it feel like his fur was burning off. his eyes flashed, rounded ears pinning against his head. his teeth were even bared; he was being confronted, and the usually calm tom could easily turn into a fiery ball of rage at that. “i don't have a damn plan, flaxenglare, now step off.” venom was laced into his tongue. this one interaction would definitely change how he saw the other male forever. “this isn't any of your business. sometimes things happen.” when he spat out the word things, in his mind he was referring to the kits. sure, they were his and he honestly cared about them a lot, but they really weren't supposed to be here. they were an accident. he definitely wasn't in the best condition and mood to be facing all of this, anyway; he was littered in scars from the bear patrol. but his fur was still puffed up and he almost seemed ready to pounce at the other warrior if things continued to go down this path.


    tags / "speech."

    —— FLAXENGLARE ——

    Soon to be King

    The usually calm tom - what a liar. Despite never having seen Tantrum this angry, Flaxenglare found he wasn't surprised in the least by this "sudden" change in the male. Flaxenglare knew a mask when he saw one, and Tantrum's was finally cracking. Flaxenglare met his snarl with his own twitching lip.

    He fought to keep control, but anger spiked in him like a sudden stab of electricity. fur on end, ears lat against his head, it didn't need a mind reader to know what 'things' Tantrum meant. But whether Flaxenglare got it right or not didn't matter, because there was so much packed into such a small word. Things. So insignificant he didn't bother to name them. Things like - the kits. His relationship with Dahliaflow. The hard birthing where he just watched as his unlucky night stand wailed in pain.

    Flaxenglare's blood was boiling.

    "You piece of fox-dung" he spits, stepping in front of Tantrum to block his path, "My sister is suffering because of you so you're wrong if you think it isn't my problem! " Sweet, naive Dahliaflow. So shy, so sensitive, knowing that the father of her beautiful family didn't give a lick about her or their kits...

    So many questions roiled through his thoughts. How could he do this? How could he just use her like that? Did he even tell her? Is he going to stay far away from these children, let them think their father was some random rogue when he was standing right there, tail lengths away?

    "Why did it have to be her?" he demands, the question he finally asks is one he already knows the answer to. He knows, but he still hopes.

    Much like Tantrum, this is the day Flaxen's opinion of Tantrum changes completely.

    "Speech"





    YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING PLASTIC

    tantrum's tail lashed when flaxenglare stepped forward, and his gaze only darkened, fur puffing as he attempted to look more threatening. he never really did understand family bonds; his parents literally just made sure he stayed alive for all the time he spent with them before he wandered off on his own, no attachments broken because there simply weren't any. he didn't even know the true meaning of loyalty until he came across shadowclan, and even now, the only sense of it he had in his blood was for his clan and that only. not a hint was left for the one night stands he left behind, for all the times he saw a naive cat and decided to take advantage. the tom just lacked empathy and didn't really understand the consequences for his actions.


    he wasn't willing to admit that he was wrong, though. not when flaxenglare was pushing him, inching closer to his face and spitting out his hostile words like they were poison. "i'm done speaking to you," he tried to string together in the most calm way possible, but his yellow stare burned with intensity and his claws were starting to itch for him to lash out and scratch him, just once. he couldn't be the bad guy here. if he attacked first, then he was just proving that flaxenglare was right. tantrum was right. he didn't have an idea that this was going to happen, and therefore it wasn't his responsibility. all of this was an accident.


    tags / "speech."