Maybe In A Different Life | P, MilkRaccoon

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    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


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    Fate is funny. It doesn’t pick favourite but what it does seems to favour some over others. It also shapes a mind, it can make it bitter or sweet, or switch to the opposite with time.


    The topic of fate always made Raccoon twist his face. If there was fate why would it deal awful cards to certain creatures, like a twisted leg. Why would it ever be so cruel. The hobbling figure was just about to leave camp to “hunt”, really be just attempted the action to not be put in the elder den, besides hunting he was as pathetic as a kit. He was finishing a small morsel of food before he went hunting, and because his leg was already sore he ate near the fresh kill pile, a out of habit behaviour, he mostly at in the warrior den quietly.


    His eyes moved from the prey in his paw to a white and black queen, Milkbelly. He had seen her when she first joined the clan, she still looked pregnant and still had the pretty coat pattern. He cared for a little and then remembered her comment, she had asked him if he was alright, she hadn’t met anything by it and if he wasn’t born with the twist of a limb he would have been quite happy someone noticed him limping around, to help him to the medicine den. But the way the comment stood it was like dirt in his sooty face, dirt and mouse dung. He flicked his tail out of agitation and went back to finishing his food.


    ~Milkbelly~

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    Milkbelly

    What would a mother not do for her child, what lengths would a mother not go?

    Milkbelly was padding up to the freshkill pile when she caught sight of the dark tom once more. She then remembered what she had said to him before. Why did she ask that? She felt the need to apologize to him, but... maybe now wasn't the time. If she mentioned it now, he'd probably hate her for bringing up the sore topic. However, she felt the need to talk to him... What was his name again? That was probably important... "Hi there! I know met each other before, but I didn't quite catch your name... Could you help jog my memory?" She asked, her voice sweet but slightly tainted with nervousness.


    "Speech."

    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


    tags --

    He licked his lips as he swallowed the last crumb of food, and closed his eyes for a few seconds to hype up going hunting. But a voice sounded and his body flinched and eyes flew open. It was the queen. Oh good just what I wanted, he muttered to himself, not out loud of course. He may be jealous and angry but he wasn’t rude. “Raccoonhobble.” It was a gross name. A constant reminder of his leg really. “I would ask you to come hunt with me but I have a feeling you can’t.“ he motioned to her stomach. “Where is your mate.” The question slipped his lips. It was very rude to ask but it fell out of his mouth and onto the ground, like a wedge ready to crack the ground. She had made her comment and he just made his.

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    Milkbelly

    What would a mother not do for her child, what lengths would a mother not go?

    Her mate. She sighed, looking down at her paws. "He... isn't here. I used to be a loner, and he was too, but as soon as he found out I was having kits he..." She sighed one more. "He left me." She was sure he didn't mean anything by it, just like she had with her comment, but... She felt the need to tell at least someone what had happened to her, you know? "I mean, he wasn't even that great anyways, now that I look back on it." she said. "I think it's better not to be with him anymore... But I am still excited to have kits!" She explained, trying to look on the bright side of things. The pain in her heart still felt strong, but at least she wasn't in the situation she was in with him, and it was very true that she was excited to have kits.


    "Speech."

    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


    tags --

    He really should have kept a guard on his jaw. It was just rude to ask and her answer could have been worse, her mate could have died recently, or fallen ill and she had to leave him behind or something. “Maybe you could find a better mate here?” He just couldn’t keep his stupid trap shut could he. “It’s good you’re excited. Probably be a good mom.” That was a good way to end, maybe? The mate question wasn’t that bad was it? There were plenty of nice cats in Windclan, maybe not him, but other cats. The talking of being a mom did make him think about being an “adopted” parent to Batpaw, his niece. Is he a good “dad”, would he leave if he had a normal life and had gotten a mate?

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    Milkbelly

    What would a mother not do for her child, what lengths would a mother not go?

    She smiled at his idea. "From what I've seen there's a buncha nice people around here! I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard..." She said, sighing. "I sure hope I become a good mother... although I'm scared about it too, y'know? This is my first time having kits..." And she let it slip. It's out there now. 39 moons old and this is her very first litter. Yeah, great job Milky... Milkbelly. She sighed, sort of in relief but also in stress. "I've never taken care of kits before. I mean, I've helped watch over them sometimes but never have I actually taken care of them... But I'm sure everything will turn out fine..." She wasn't sure, it was obvious she was trying to hide her worry behind her round, petite face.


    "Speech."