[Center][font=georgia][ ooc: DAWWWWWWW, Fang. That was so sweet. <3 ]
Darkness looked up at Storm, noting the almost prideful gleam in his cloudy grey orbs. Narrowing her cold sapphire irises, she leaned a bit away from him, a question on her delicate expression. "What?" She asked aloud, her voice not as scathing as it was a few moments before, wondering why victory was eminating from almost every sense of his being. And, as if responding to her question, a sharp jab of pain came from within her, almost positive that Storm could feel it from how close they were. The leader's eyes widened in pure shock and she stared down at her slightly enlarged abdomen. Thankfully, because of her longish coat, any signs of pregnancy were covered.
"Yeah, well f*ck you, too." The ebony leader spat angrily, sarcasm and bitter hatred in her tone. She didn't want them. She certainly didn't need them. Yet, here they were.
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Torment gave a wide, debonair smile towards Spirit. "Who said anything about going back?" He purred, his warm breath on her brown tabbied back. The white tom circled around her, letting his tail drift up and down almost every inch of her slender figure before he stopped, his muzzle pressed against hers as if she were the most breakable thing on the planet. "We've established our place in GlazeClan's hearts. I believe that calls for a celebration..." He mused, his sapphire orbs tracing patterns in her beautiful teal gaze.