;a new story to be written; [P invites only] Wintercloud's kitting!?

Timekit was sleeping soundly besides his mother, his entire body twitching erratically as he dreamed of being able to walk and run. He was running among darkness- since that was all he knew- but it was happy. It was a happy atmosphere that filled him with joy. He knew he was somewhere far away from the other kits and his mother, but he still felt safe. Maybe his thoughts earlier on needing his mom weren't as correct as he had thought. Maybe he'd go off on his own one day, or perhaps he'll grow to be strong enough not to need anyone.
This was a kit's first goals and dreams being formed. It was his way of setting the ambitions he needed to become a good warrior for his clan, and it was also his way of becoming more defined as an individual cat.

"I'm here to see my kits." He spat back at her, his fur rising. His amber eyes cast a yellow glow, and muscles rippled and stretched beneath his dark pelt. He flexed his claws, and they scraped on the cold stone.
"Let me through Wintercloud. I don't want to hurt you. We're clanmates." He kept his voice cool and even, shifting from paw-to-paw. The deputy was quick, yes, she was quick. But she would be tired from travel and kitting, and besides, he had beaten her in paw-to-paw combat during their final assessment together. He noticed her white fur was spattered with mud and bits of plant even stuck to the mess. He gave a sharp smile.
"Not looking our best tonight, are we?" He chuckled. He pretended not to notice Pinewhisker crouching over his kits. This father was boiling with rage beneath. Pinewhisker's stinking pelt, he would not spare.

What's going on? The warm body left, and I'm alone now. No, my brothers and sisters are here, and so is that other scent that didn't smell like mommy did. There's someone else here, too. Who is it? Timekit was getting frustrated with his useless senses. Even if in time his ears would open along with his eyes, he was helpless to know anything. He was upset that his mother had left his side, and he blamed it on the third cat's arrival.
Timekit let out an annoyed, loud squeak as he pushed himself with his legs toward where his mother now stood. His legs were weak, and gave out really easy, mostly just pushing him instead of lifting him. It was so hard to do, but he wanted his mother.

"Don't worry, kits, I'm coming." Ashfeather spoke to his kits, of which he didn't even know the names of yet, in a soothing tone. At this new voice, Wildkit sat up in the nest, her tiny, chocolate-colored ears strained forward to hear more.
"What are their names?" Ashfeather asked softly, watching his children with longing and obvious love.

"I didn't ask your opinion, fleabag." Ashfeather meowed dismissively to Pinewhisker, who he hated more with every passing second for pretending to protect his kits. He turned his amber gaze back to the snarling off-white she-cat. He knew she was protective of her kits, but so was he. He wanted his kits. He didn't care who stood in his way. His heart ached for the kits that were just as much his as they were Wintercloud's. He stood his ground, watching Wintercloud for her next move, but not showing any fear of her.
"Wintercloud, do try being a little more polite." He meowed, brushing some dirt off of his pelt. "Really. I never mated with Fallenleaf, and there's no evidence to prove it. You're the one who ran off with Pinewhisker, completely ignoring me, and treating me like dirt. You're the one who should be ashamed of yourself." He meowed, a hint of a growl in his voice. But he was determined to at least handle this correctly. He didn't know what was wrong with Wintercloud, but maybe if he could just show her that he really meant no harm, she'd lay off.
"They're my kits, face it. Without me, there would be no such kits. And we would not be here right now." He meowed, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes for a few moments. But then it was gone.
"I'll give you one last warning, too. We can handle this like clanmates, and both share the kits. I'd be happy with that. Or you can fight me the whole way, and I'll have no choice but to take them from you. I don't want to do that to you." He spoke slowly, as to let his words sink in. He stood tall, his muscles rippling in his strong-set shoulders, his long claws scraping the rock as he watched her.

"I don't care that I'm outnumbered, mousebrain." Ashfeather hissed back, crouching too. "You can spill my blood all over these rocks and have it on your paws the rest of your life if you attack me. You can even kill me. What would that do to your noble deputy reputation?" He taunted. His eyes blazed with his own anger. "I'd rather die then let you be with them. You're not the cat I thought you were. And thats a cat I don't want my kits growing up around." He took a step forward. "So go ahead and attack me, try and kill me if you will. But those kits are being rescued, and you're keeping them prisoner." He took another step forward, daring her to come at him.

OOC: Lol, Ashfeather's like "Come at me bro."

Ashfeather ignored Pinewhisker. He instead focused on Wintercloud. He took a step around her, his eyes narrowed. He kept his back arched and his claws unsheathed as he slowly stepped around her, waiting for her to make a move.
"Go ahead. What are you waiting for?" He smirked. He too knew how to play his cards. He knew Wintercloud was just waiting for him to make the first move and open himself up, so he didn't.

Ashfeather was aware his side was opened up, but that was a risk he just had to take. He caught her as she came at him, and felt her claws snag in his fur. His shoulder-blades braced against the stone, and he used the power of all four legs to try and throw the lighter she-cat off of him, and into the rock across from them.

"Ha, ha. You never really were very funny." Ashfeather hissed sarcastically at Wintercloud's taunt. He leaped, but not at Wintercloud. Instead he leaped onto the rock above her, and launched off of it, aiming to smash his paws down on her head.