And here I thought I wouldn't let this happen again. [P; Sherlock]

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    Stormpaw was quick to catch the tone in the she-cat's voice and smiled up at her. "We should...we should do stuff," he decided. "It...seems to me that you...you have an idea." Oh god, if he could hear and see himself now, Stormpaw would give himself a good kick to the face.

    A small coy smile came upon her maw, before she purred again. Lust built inside of her, making her feel giddy. It was horrible, and Drasticpaw wanted to make it go away. She dug her claws into the earth, before laying beside the medicine cat apprentice.


    The silver tabby she-cat rested her head on Stormpaw's chest, the a sparkle in her blue eyes. She finally managed to stop herself from doing something that would make her life ruined. She would let Stormpaw figure that out for himself.


    "You know, Stormpaw." The words tumbled out before she could help it.

    Stormpaw remained silent, just watching the she-cat-one, I might add, that he had only known for about twenty minutes. He let a purr escape himself before he could even try to hold it back as she lay next to him and set her head on his chest. The tom was pretty much completely stoned at this point; once his mind had started to calm down after the first bit of herb had started to kick in...he'd needed it to continue. Thus, his mind was not working at all how it usually would which, while it felt good at the time, was sure to lead to disaster and yet more shame and rage.
    "Hm?" He asked, waiting for her to continue, a purr still rumbling in his chest.

    Now she was starting to get desperate, even with her light headed mind. Everything was dizzy and care-free, and she didn't know what was real or not, if this was really happening, which will confuse her in the future.

    "Catnip sure is relaxinggg, Stormyyyy," she mewed, again not remembering what she had asked him, lust still bugging her so, but she brought it up again with a grin. "So, you have any kits yet?"

    The tom let out another laugh as she seemed to forget that she had even asked a question. This stuff was really relaxing though. Just laying down, he felt like everything was just...nice. And happy. And he didn't have a damn care in the world for once. Her next question asked, Stormpaw seemed to consider it for a moment. Did he? Ohhhh yeah, he probably would by now, wouldn't he? "I...I think so," he giggled. Funny thing was, he hadn't actually admitted this to anyone before--not straight out like this at least. "Do youuuu?"

    Drasticpaw giggled, blinking her baby blue eyes. "Nahhh.... I always wondered how it would feel like, to have 'em." A grin was plastered across her maw as she looked at him, her gaze already saying unspoken words. The silver tabby purred, before giving Stormpaw a lick on his cheek.

    Stormpaw was unsure if she meant literally that she wondered what having kits would be like, or...what the act of making them would be like. But catching her gaze, he caught her drift. He purred again as she licked his cheek and returned the gesture. "Well...did you wanna, um..." He trailed off, not really sure how to put it. He figured she'd get what he meant though.

    Drasticpaw's instincts were driving her mad. One side wanted to say 'yes', the other 'no'. It was insane. The silver tabby purred as he returned the lick, before meowing rather quietly, the catnipped instinct taking over her. "Yes."

    The tom blinked and remained quiet for a moment, almost hearing himself say 'don't do it, don't do it!' However, he quickly shrugged it off and smiled. "Okay," he purred. Of course, he'd feel about ready to beat himself up later on, right now the prospect of doing this was exciting and fun.

    Drasticpaw felt instantly happy, as if she did not care of what will happen later on, much like Stormpaw. Right now, she wanted it. Later? She didn't care about that. The silver tabby purred back, before laying down, her tail out of the way.

    [what a funny, catnipped sort of couple, eh? x3 ]

    (OOC: Yeah, they're quite odd together. XDD)


    Stormpaw rolled himself over and inched closer to the she-cat, preparing himself for what they were about to do.


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    [ x3 getting genetics now! would you like to make an adoption thread, or do you want me to? :3]

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    Only when they had done it, Drasticpaw had snapped out of her temporary catnipped state. How could she do that? She always thought she wouldn't bear kits before her warrior ceremony! Now she felt dirty and horrible. She squirmed, before scampering away from him. How could we both do that? Horror and fear rushed through her, making her tremble.

    But mating didn't always result in kits, right? She just hoped she wasn't expecting. She stared at Stormpaw with wide eyes from a distance, a terrified expression on her face. She then stared at the patch before them. Cougareyes would be mad. For sure.

    "I-I hate catnip!" Was all she could choke out. It was actually pretty amusing, but to her, it was all she could say, and all she thought of now. She was terrified at the thought of being a mother.

    (OOC: Awesome! Could you do it? *is lazy and terrible and making those things*
    And if you need any info on Stormpaw, just ask. Oh, did you need his info for the genetics? Or did you maybe look at his bio, since it's linked right on my profile? XD)


    Stormpaw took a little longer to come around, but when he did... "F**k."
    He froze up and dug his claws into the ground. Please tell me that didn't really happen, please, please, please. But it was no use. He knew it had, she knew it had... He was an idiot. A complete and total idiot. How cold he make that same, stupid mistake again? The mistake that had been making him miserable for over a moon now!
    The tom stood there, shaking his head over and over as though hoping that he could go back in time and change what had happened. "Nononononononononononnono..."

    [ he is a brown and white tabby w/ green eyes yes? ^^ I stalked your charrie gallery for a while. :3 okay, sure!]

    Drasticpaw's fur bristled, before she dug her own claws into the earth. It would probably keep her from screeching and yelling accusations at Stormpaw, even though she didn't have the right to. It was her fault, after all. Kits. She was having kits.

    Yuck, it was pretty gross for the silver tabby apprentice to think they were inside of her. But she would make sure they grow up loved. She would hate their father for this, but she would love them with all her heart.

    "So what now, Stormpaw? What are you going to do about that, huh?" Her tone was almost challenging and accusing, but her voice trembled with her own fear.

    (OOC: Yep! XD Seriously? *feels awesome*)


    "...nononononono." This was about all the tom could do at this point, stand there, staring at the ground, and repeating the word 'no' over and over again. Oh god, how...why?
    His mind was quickly returning to its previous state of anger and distress and shouting at himself, and the tenseness and discomfort cause by his OCD for doing something against the rules was making its comeback as well.
    Stormpaw shook his head again at Drasticpaw's question, tears of rage and frustration gathering in his eyes. "I-I....I don't...." He managed, but was unable to actually form a coherent sentence.

    [ x3 here= http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=458807.0 ]

    Drasticpaw just stood there, staring at the confused and mumbling tom. Oh boy, wasn't she the one who's supposed to be crying right now? She didn't know how to feel, scared and angry at the same time. Oddly enough, she remained rather calm on the outside.


    "Don't know?" God, when these kits are born, Drastic was sure she would make sure they weren't affected by this tom in any way, or catnip or anything else. "Don't know?" The silver tabby rolled her eyes, before laying down, the scent of catnip probably not as tempting as before, getting used to its scent by now. Besides, she had a great reason not to.


    She just laid there, staring at him while her tail flicked, using the time of his hesitance to rethink everything. Okay, these kits are hers and his. Half-Clan. The only way that they could grow up without feeling dirty is without their father's influence.

    "Kits, Stormpaw. Kits. I'm make sure they are loved, while you go back to your Clan and pretend it didn't happen." It sounded easy enough for any other cat, even though it might haunt them for a while, but Stormpaw was different. He was going to be depressed for quite a while, which is a pain in the neck.

    The tom flinched a little at her harsh tone. Of course, he understood her anger, it's just that it wasn't really helping him out. "I..." He began again, staring furiously down at his own paws, unable to even meet the she-cat's gaze anymore. Her idea made sense. It was better that he didn't see them, for his own well-being. They would just be a reminder that he didn't need. Not to mention it would be better for them not knowing that their biological father was a foolish medicine cat apprentice with OCD and hundreds of other problems.
    It took several minutes, but he managed to get his tongue working properly, though his brain was still relatively f**ked up. "You're right," he murmured, flattening his ears to his head. "Wh...what are you going to tell your clan?" God, he not only felt awful himself, but now he felt bad for the apprentice.

    Her gaze softened as Stormpaw spoke. She shut her maw from retorts for a while. Drasticpaw slowly padded up to the medicine cat apprentice, before touching him gently with her nose on his cheek. "I won't tell them anything, and they can't make me."

    Along with his problems and OCD, he has guilt and burdening thoughts weighed on him. Poor thing really. The silver tabby realized she would have to forgive him. It must be a pain. "Just go home, Stormy. Just stay away from catnip patches."

    A teasing glow lit her blue eyes, before she smiled softly.

    (OOC: Dudedudedude, I just remembered this idea--are you still interested in making Sherlock and Moriarty-based characters that are twins? XD I still think that would be loads of fun. XD)


    The tom gave a surprised start as she felt her nose touch his cheek. How could she be so nice about it all of a sudden? He'd pretty just ruined her life, or at least her apprenticeship. How could she not be completely furious with him? It really just made him feel even worse that she was trying to comfort him. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?
    Stormpaw lifted his head finally and blinked at her for a few moments, his green eyes filled with regret. "I...okay..." He nodded slowly and took a few steps back from Drasticpaw. "I'm...I'm so sorry."

    [ up for it 8D instead of look-alike twins, maybe we could do like, for example Sherlock is a black and white cat, and Moriarty is a white and black cat. >:3 we gotta think of an appearance x3 ]

    Drasticpaw gazed at him, her eyes full of sadness as he drew away. She just felt sorry for him, just like he was for her. She smiled a soft, sad smile as he spoke. It wasn't her nature to be angry all the time, but it was just her empathy that shines through.

    "It's alright, Stormpaw. It was my fault. I shouldn't have ever looked at the patch. I should've chased you off." Maybe then, nothing would ever happen.