so what we go out? that's how it's 's{p}osed to be

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    Faithpaw snarled. "Why don't you just shut up! Get a clue, alright?! I love Brokenpaw now, not you!" she insisted, growling deeply in her throat. She loved Foxpaw once, of course, but that was long ago, when he was actually a good cat, before he started trying to control her life and everything she did. You were supposed to live young and wild and free, right? Well, loving him, she couldn't. That's why she took on Brokenpaw as a mate, he let her live her own life.

    [ can we stop the drama now? :3 ]


    The three-pawed kit let out a loud scream, as if he was getting annoyed with all of the arguing.

    ooc. YES. x3


    ic. faithpaw sat back down next to Brokenpaw, smiling down at her kittens. "Hello little ones!" she purred, nuzzling the disfigured kitten. "Broke, sweetie, look at that kitten. What's wrong with him?"

    At least my kit isn't disfigured! Foxpaw turned away, too disgusted to even bare the sight of them together. His heart hurt. Correction--everywhere hurt. Foxpaw hung his head, staring at his paws. Don't hate me..! he wanted to plead but instead he stood, gathering himself and dragging himself out of the den. He wanted to cry until he drowned himself in his tears. But he continued to have an expressionless face. She didn't care about him or the kit he had taken. She wasn't even worrying. What a terrible mother and mate. Actually, Foxpaw was glad she as gone. Out of his life. But he wouldn't mistreat his kits like she was doing.

    Brokenpaw shook his head. "I don't know," he told her, looking over at the kit's pawless leg. "But besides not having a paw, he seems alright; but I'll go and get Cloverleaf just in case." he meowed to her as he got to his paws and carefully padded around the kits and out the den.

    Foxpaw watched Brokenpaw pad away and found it now or never to apologize. "Faithpaw..I-I..I'm sorry about Bluefoot, about what made these kits, about everything.."

    A second later, Brokenpaw came back into the den with Cloverleaf behind him. They both simply walked past Foxpaw as is he was not even there and over to Faithpaw. Cloverleaf, a wad of catnip in her mouth, sat down beside the three-legged kit and began to examine it, while Brokenpaw settled down beside his mate and watched Cloverleaf work closely.

    Damn. That hurt. "Faithpaw, I love you and I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. They're my kittens, too!" he insisted. His red tabby pelt fluffed up as Foxpaw became persistent. She had to see..

    Faithpaw narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you are their biological father. But Broke is raising them. You can see them when they are old enough to leave me side. Now, please leave," she mewed, strangely calm. The first time you see her calm, and it's talking to Foxpaw! The russian blue to to her mate and his sister. "Is he okay?"

    Foxpaw shook and hung his head. "I hate myself for what I did to you. And now you hate me, too. Great, my life is over," he started padding away and turned around, "you were my life and stil are and I hate myself for making you hate me--I hate myself for making you push me away. I hate my life now. And now there's no point in living." now, he wasn't going to suicide like a bunch of other heart-broken toms had done. He deserved to suffer. He would kill himself slowly. Not eat, not move. Slowly, his heart and mind would give out. Oh, well. "I hate myself for hurting you." he padded away.

    Faithpaw swallowed. She tried not to hear Foxpaw speak, to hear the pain in his voice. But it was hard to block it out. "See you around, then," she mewed, turning back to Brokenpaw and leaning into the black tom's side. "Oh, dear, I'm so worried for the little guy," the Russian Blue fretted, frowning at her kitten.

    But not worried about Magmakit. On that thought, Foxpaw took off running through the camp entrance. He dodged underbrush as he ran and soon got the border but he kept running until he got to the place where he had dropped Magmakit off. She was still there and suckling quietly. He picked her up, quickly thanking the Loners and ran back to HawkClan. He padded back into the Nursery and carefully set Magmakit by her mother's side.


    Magmakit gave a little squeal that was mixed with a purr.

    Faithpaw narrowed her eyes and licked the kitten on the head. "Could you please go Foxpaw? I want some alone time with Brokenpaw."

    Foxpaw looked away. "Of course you do." he whispered. He narrowed his eyes and turned back towards her, "You never loved me. I was stupid to think you ever cared for me or our kits. It kills me--It's killing me to see you hurt. And I try to tell you but you're so stubborn that you can't see that I love you and I never meant to hurt you. And I can't believe that you can't see how much I cherish you. I cherish every breath you take. But I can't stand it when those breaths aren't with me. Your breath keeps me Alive and now that they're not mine, there's no point in living. So thanks, for knocking the breath out of me. I guess death will be peaceful." and without another word, the red tabby walked away.


    Magmakit let out a squeal as her father started talking it soothed her and when it stopped, she felt uncomfortable. But when she realized that he wasn't going to respond, the tortie she-cat pulled herself over to her mother's body.