The Feared Ones {ROLEPLAY}

Sighing, the calico tom spoke loudly but calmly to his lead. "Gus, i'm a killer. But i'd be happy to take Delilah's spot in doing so. I'll inform her quickly, due to her absence in pregnancy." he replied, lashing his tail as he groomed his back fur, and finished quietly as he pulled down the last hair. His eyes slitted so quickly, you would've thought something was caught in it. How would he forget my rank? Has he gone mad? He asked himself silently in his head, pondering the paths that he might've took. Then he shook his head, clearing his thoughts as soon as he heard the voice of Willow. He rolled his eyes knowingly. She had a crush on Gus, but he pretended he didn't know.

Inhaling a sharp breath, a tortie felt her body heat quiver as she woke up that morning. The sun shone in her face, and she thought that was the heat of the sun, instead of a symptom of giving birth. Her tail curled around her heavy body slowly, as if knowing something was going on. The pillow beneath the tortie pressed softly against her, and the comfortable queen-sized bed was hollow except for her. Sighing softly, she got up, but was instantly pulled back down with the heavy wait of four kits in her belly. Squeaking, her eyes went wide and her hackles rose. She started talking to herself.... again. "Alright," she said in the hardest voice she could, put up with the trouble her kits caused. She already knew they would have the personality of their father, strong, hard headed, determined, and fast to think. She knew they would be beautiful, too. mixed with a handsome white tom with short hair, tall muscular build, lean body, with the prettiest blue eyes ever. she sighed dreamily, but stopped. He had run off with someone else- her sister. Snarling, she then continued her message. "Your coming out today- I know it will be any minute, I have that instinct. But, let me warn you, this is a hard world and-" she cut off so fast she couldn't breath as four very sharp kicks jutted her belly. She screamed loudly, so loud that some birds that were fighting over a string of meat flew off, shocked and worried.

Nodding, the young tom leaps off the chair, the gravity pulling at his paws as he landed. Nodding his head in respect to his leader as he passed by, the tom, Cliff, slipped out the door, and followed a hall that lead to down stairs, and stopped. The place was stirring quiet. Then Cliff heard a piercing scream. Widening his eyes, he ran near the scream, and to his surprise it was Delilah. "Delilah!" he yelled, leaping near her and putting his tail on her shoulder, calming her down. "Are you giving birth?" he said, his jaw hanging. Delilah screamed a yes, breathing heavily. "Okay okay!" He said, and ordered, "Sit down." Delilah obeyed, her body lowering with worry.. Cliff was scared. He knew his mom might've did this when she gave birth to him, but he knew when she gave birth to Delilah. Coming back to scary reality, he saw Delilah working it on her self now. She was silently wheezing, but it was coming along smoothly now. The first one, that had surprisingly the exact eyes of cliff, the same bulk and things, was proudly moving near his mother's stomach, his white fur was patched with dark brown, and a ginger filling. The second one, a tall, artsy looking she-cat, was walking to her mothers stomach, she was a short-haired tortie with white patches on her legs, and had dark autumn colored eyes, and a tall form with large ears. The third was a ginger spotted white cat, with deep orange eyes that could put you in a trance. Next was cute- a whole white one, with a dark brown chocolate paw and green eyes. The names flowed out of Delilah's mouth as if she had already named them. "Coal, Tessa, Rosamaund, Tiny."

Looking up, Delilah's eyes were soft and kind. "No, their fine, Gus. I did everything. Cliff helped, too." She didn't need to look up at her brother; his eyes were soft and kind, too. Looking down, she glanced at her kits quickly, and sighed in relief as she realized they were healthy."Well, Gus, once these little monsters are older i'll be your dealer again. I'm a up and hurry sorta gail." The queen that had just give birth reached up and gave Gus's cheek a soft lick. "I think they'll kinda add to the group. They'll be strong and healthy. I think this little one, here-" She said, pointing to the the second one, a tall, artsy looking she-cat, that was suckling at her mothers stomach, she was a short-haired tortie with white patches on her legs, and had dark autumn colored eyes, and a tall form with large ears. "I know she'll be a great apprentice to you if you would want her. I'm guessing on Cliff to be the first one's mentor."

Growling only slightly, a ruffled Cliff moved himself between his nephews and nieces and Willow. "I hope you of all the cats in this clan, do NOT train them." He felt himself growl. He knew he was being very rude to his fellow clan-mate; but right now intensity hung high and low in the air, looking for someone to mess with. Cliff's eyes were so slitted you could only see the milky white and green.

Frowning, he looked at Gus. "She was asking for it," he felt himself growl. He never wanted to hurt Willow, but it was just because he felt protective of his sister. Cliff didn't want Willow to teach the kits what she had learned and things because maybe her and Gus would get together one day. How would that make Delilah feel? He asked himself over and over, and then finally left the room, leaving Gus and Delilah alone.

Delilah twitched. She knew what Cliff had been thinking... She silently agreed. It would simply be cruel to do that, wouldn't it? Looking at Gus softly, she nudged his chest. "Go on, get ready. Those two will fight. " She felt herself meow, her eyes sparkling.

"I am NOT meeting there. I don't have to, so work out your problems by yourself, Willow. These are my nieces and nephews. I can control them, not you. So go to hel*!" He snarled, whipping around and heading out of the house that they lived in, and went to do his buisness.