DEATH OF A BACHELOR [ open ; INTRO ]

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    TRUTH IS THAT IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO END —

    Oxbelly, could you please do this for me? Oxbelly, I’m hungry. Oxbelly, I felt a kick! Oxbelly, are you even listening? Oxbelly, Oxbelly, Oxbelly. He knew that having kittens was going to be hard, and that it was going to be quite a new-reality for his mate. But, well, he wasn’t sure he was prepared for all the whining and the requests and it wasn’t like he had any problem with fulfilling them...


    ...It was just that, the closer and closer it got to the kits (his kits, he would think with an air of panic about him, oh Starclan they were going to be his) the more and more he felt like he wasn’t ready for this, that this was a decision made rashly and sure Eggdrop was gorgeous and all, and he did love her, right? But, these were lives on the line, and what if he wasn’t good enough? For any of them? It hurt his head to think about too deeply, and the strain between the two of them was certainly palpable. He was certain all of Windclan could sense their awkward tension now; all of them just waiting for it to break. I won’t give them that satisfaction, the brutish tom would think, his pride forbidding him from breaking things off easily. We’ll keep up with our civil appearances, our beef is ours for a reason, best keep it that way.


    “Anyone want’a try ‘n hunt? The heat ain’t so bad today, maybe we’ll get lucky out there, catch somethin’ for the starvin’ and what not.” The tom called idly out to break away from his thoughts and frustrations. The heat was maddening, it could very easily be used as an excuse for any snappish behaviour, surely? But he still wanted to provide for his Clan in this situation, to try and find anything fresh. Some had turned to crow food, but even then his pride was too strong to break to that point so readily. So, trying to hunt it is. For, for her, for this clan. For those kits.


    *:･ﾟ✦ LAVENDERPAW

    there was a saying in windclan that the wind carried whispers. that a secret you held would sweep across the whole clan by that night. so, it was better to keep secrets to yourself. a concept that oxbelly and eggdrop were valiantly seen to do. while not in her nature to gossip, it is in her duty to listen in like a fine toothed comb for unease in windclan. everyone was aware of the situation. it was how they respected the couple and their kits during this time, that mattered.


    oxbelly seemed too brutish for her liking. to remnant of forceful toms before this life. the twitchy egyptian mau would quickly join, bloodshot eyes from sleepless nights. "its worth a try at the very least. if kits start eating crow food then we will really be in trouble."



    -- tags

    Weaselclaw made an appearance at Oxbelly's call. "Good idea," he meowed. "Maybe we'll get lucky this time and find a rabbit or two."


    His growling stomach howled at him to be fed, and frustration itched at him as he realize his statement was far from the likely outcome of the situation.

    Brightshine was next to approach, casting a smile at the trio of felines before her. "I'll come along, too. We could really use some fresh food around here." We'll find some. We have to! Of course, her optimism was getting her through this incredibly hard time. Only crow-food remained in the pile, her clanmates having to eat it out of desperation. What else could they do? Eat rocks? No, she couldn't blame anyone for putting the nasty stuff in their mouths; even she had dared a taste and recoiled at the very smell of it. But how long could she put it off? How long would it be before she'd finally succumb and eat the rotting flesh?


    "speech."



    I'll work real hard and do my best
    To turn that sad frown upside down