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

Ashfeather felt glad that the kits could not see yet. He didn't want his children's first sight to be him apparently trying to kill their mother. He wished he could give them the environment in which their mother and father were loving towards each other, where both of their parents could be with them, and Pinewhisker wasn't around. But Wintercloud had ruined that dream for them. And maybe, Ashfeather thought, so had he. But he couldn't think about that now. Only the future, and what he could do to make this better.

Ashfeather was surprised at Wintercloud's perseverance. A small part of him desperately hoped she didn't think he was trying to kill her, because even though he knew that she hated him already, he... He just didn't want her to think he was that sort of cat. He wasn't. She was making the efforts of a cat who knew it was going to die, and was making it's final revenge. It felt all wrong. Ashfeather let go of her neck in response, suddenly feeling a pang of regret and wishing he had not bitten her so badly. He wasn't sure how to continue, only that he had to end this, before she died on him. No, he wouldn't let her die. He would never, ever let her die, he realized. Even if she hated him. Even if he thought he hated her, inside, deep in the catacombs of his heart, he still saw her as his mate. And there was nothing that could make him want her life to end without his ending first. He knew he would be severely injured as a result, but this marring of each other could not continue any longer. Wrenching away from her with a yowl of pain, he aimed a blow to the back of her head with a sheathed paw, using the heel of his paw, the hardest part, to hopefully knock her out.

OOC: So many emotions... Merp.... owo

OOC: It's all good. :3 It's what summer is for XD Anyways, yeah, a lot is happening - Ashfeather, the kit's father, came to get the kits, because he really wants to see them, but Wintercloud is trying to keep him away. Wintercloud attacked him, and now they're deep in their fight, and Ashfeather is badly injured as is Wintercloud, and I think Ash is about to knock Winter out, and try to take on Pinewhisker, whenever Daydream gets back on. :3

Twb

Ashfeather panted, his heart thudding. Blood was gushing from his shoulder, and the bone was exposed to the warm, summer night air. He didn't dare look at it, and simply felt the hot blood running down his leg. The feeling of the exposure was indeed so strange, it made him feel light-headed. He stumbled to the ground, sucking in air, trying to steady himself. He rested his muzzle on Wintercloud's shoulder, whispering into her fur, "I'm so sorry, Wintercloud..." The ash-colored tom lay in a heap for a few moments, trying to regain his strength. He felt blood touch his muzzle, and noticed the blood seeping out of the wound in her neck. The wound he had created. He felt a painful stab of guilt at the bloody wound, and crawled over her, placing his paw over her neck to stop the bleeding. He gazed at her, still panting, blood running down his shoulder and dripping onto the stones. She didn't look so fierce lying unconscious in a pool of her blood, mixed with his own. He knew Pinewhisker would attack him at any moment, and probably force him away, into the forest. The dumb a**. If he had brains, he might try to help Wintercloud instead of attack Ashfeather. Ashfeather crouched over Wintercloud, suddenly protective. He kept his paw pressed to the wound.
"I won't lose you Wintercloud, you wretched b*tch. Not now. Not ever." He whispered in a scratchy, tired voice. Part of him insisted that Pinewhisker couldn't take care of Wintercloud as good as Ashfeather could, and that he had to protect her. He pressed his face into her white, matted fur, ready to be attacked.

OOC: He's so conflicted... Lol. I think he's even slightly delirious right now XD I guess I'll wait for Day to make the next move. :3

OOC: NOOOO DONT DIE ON ME DDD''':

Ashfeather groaned, clenching his teeth in pain. He looked up to try and locate herbs, or cobwebs, but the sky spun sickeningly. All he knew he could do was keep his paw pressed up to Wintercloud's neck as he fought to stay conscious, and do something more helpful.

Wildkit heard her sister's mew, and tumbled forward, pressing her fluffy, cloud-like pelt into her sibling's. It'll be ok. She wanted to say. But she didn't know how, so she simply pressed close.

OOC: Lolyay!!! Scars that she can give Ashfeather hell about XDD

Ashfeather struggled against the fog that was descending upon his brain. He saw something sparkling in the moonlight, wedged between two rocks a ways off. Was it? It was. Cobwebs. With renewed strength, the delusional tom dragged himself away from the bloody mess and dragged himself to the cobwebs, the glorious cobwebs. It seemed as if his very own survival depended on them. He reached a shaky paw up, capturing them, and bringing them back to Wintercloud. Clumsily, he spread them on her neck, his paws shaking. He reserved none for himself. His only focus was to stop the flow of blood that seemed determined to escape Wintercloud's body.

Wildkit wrapped her fluffy tail around her sister's equally fluffy body, purring reassuringly. She snuggled close to her, licking her head with a tiny pink tongue. Right now, this other tiny, warm body was her only comfort. And she felt a need to comfort it in return. She felt Gracefulkit press up against her too and welcomed the other tiny kit, soothing her with purrs.

OOC: Lol, Wintercloud would totally do the opposite of the stories by running from the light XDD And yeah, could idea. They have sorta similar personalities, they'd make good buddies.

OOC: Oh dang. Here comes troubl- I mean, here comes Fallenleaf. :3

Ashfeather fell to the ground in a heap, his wound scraping against the cold rock, making him yelp. He laid there, his blood soaking through his fur, and stared up at Pinewhisker. He hated this cat with all his heart. But right now, he was the only way to save Wintercloud. And he was doing... Nothing. Shoving Ashfeather around, as usual, and not thinking of the heart of the problem.
"You're feeling so fine as to shove me around, go get her some herbs... Mousebrain..." Ashfeather croaked. He smiled a smile that, spattered with blood and grime, shining in the moonlight, seemed almost insane. Then, his expression darkened.
"She'll die unless you do... something..." He gasped, his paws twitching.