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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]And during those five seconds, Whitekit would remain quiet. He, for one, didn't know that Blackpaw was pregnant with someone else's kits considering they hadn't really talked about a surrogate. All he could remember was her leading him on, he gave in, and they had sex. Then she went off to who knows where. He didn't need to explain himself, he had nothing to explain. So he simply inhaled and cringed, waiting for a near death experience.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Before he knew what was happening, he heard a thud and pain shot up his spine as he was blasted against a boulder. He let out a grunt as he began to fall to the ground but before he could blink, Gothika was before him once again, holding him against the rock by his neck. Pure fear would flash in his chocolate brown eyes and he would attempt to place his paws on Gothika's arms to perhaps loosen her grip a little. The only thing flashing through his mind right now was what Blackpaw must be thinking wherever she was. Did she know what was happening? Did she care? I'm sorry I touched you, Blackpaw.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit would clench his teeth, his eyes slamming shut at the telepathy attack but that wasn't what he was worried about. He felt pressure in his lower regions, causing his body to stiffen. The male would open his eyes, teeth still clenched, and stay perfectly still as she pressed harder on both ends, fearing the worst.
But the worst never came. He would nod vigorously in response to her words and when she let him go, he would slump to the ground, eyes wide. "I-I understand. . ." [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit couldn't help but let out a cry as she attacked him, his body flinching away by the time she had a hold of his ear, only making it worse as he heard a ripping noise. His ear suddenly stung, along with the wound that was bound to scar. That wasn't a scratch! "I-I won't touch her anymore, I p-promise."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit didn't respond to the slap but instead rolled onto his back. "Imatedwithyoursister." he mumbled quickly.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit would flinch, suddenly finding himself looking up at Elvira. His ears would pin against his skull and he would gulp harshly. "I know." he whispered back, a look of hurt in his eyes. He wanted to explain that she had suggested it, that she had wanted it while he was hesitant about it because of the consequences, but it didn't matter because he still did it. "But I love her and didn't want to disappoint her. . ."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Shit, was this what pain felt like?
Whitekit had just returned from taking a beating from Gothika. There was a deep bleeding soon-to-be-scar running from his cheek to his flank and his left ear was more than half gone. Not to mention Gothika had sent him sailing spine-first into a boulder and threaten to cut off his balls. However his thoughts were focused on what he was going to tell the medics when they asked what happened.
He knew he would get a beating from either Gothika or Permafrost, and he didn't want Gothika on the territory so he had gone there instead. It hurt, but he deserved it. He promised himself he wouldn't mate until he was 11 moons while Gothika said he couldn't touch her daughter until both where 10 moons. He broke both of those rules, but she was leading him on! He didn't want to disappoint her and apparently he hadn't, because she loved him back.
[sorry if it doesn't make sense, I keep getting distracted and I'm rushed so I cant re-read.][/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]"It was nice, though. . . " who was he kidding. [b]"Well I'm a very stupid tom. If I die, tell my siblings that they have one less Permabrat to deal with. And you have one less roach sibling to deal with."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Oh fuck.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
Whitekit's chocolate eyes would widen and his body would freeze up, claws digging into the carpet. He was pretty sure that he was going to die today. Should he respond? Maybe not. . . but maybe he should. "S-She-. . . I-I, w-"
Maybe not. Turning to face his father, the male would crouch and bit his lip, preparing himself for attacks. He would take them like a man and not fight back.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Being flung to the side sparked a bit of Whitey's temper. Growling, the savannah would shakily rise to his paws and stare at Permafrost with somewhat fearful eyes. Sick? Pathetic? Bastard? Was that how he viewed his children? Now he remembered why he didn't like his biological father before. How did he explain himself, by mentioning that Permafrost had fallen in love with BloodClanners before? Sure, but he didn't fall in love with family.
Grinding his teeth together, the male would bow his head and wait for another blow. He had no answer, so surely the Boss was going to kill him.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Meanwhile, Whitey's temper was acting up. Leaping to his paws, the male would instantly begin spitting random things that this cat didn't need to know about. "EXCUSE ME? NO, ACTUALLY, MY MOTHER DIDN'T EVER TELL ME THAT BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED SHE'S FUCKING DEAD OR SOME SHIT, AND EVEN IF SHE WASN'T DEAD SHE STILL WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD ME BECAUSE APPARENTLY SHE'S A SLUT OR A WHORE OR WHATEVER. AND PARDON ME BUT I WASN'T FUCKING TALKING TO YOU. GO. A-WAY AND MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit would stumble sideways, letting out a small squeaking noise when Permafrost's paw connected with his head. "I C-CAN'T FUCKING HELP WHO I F-FALL IN LOVE WITH!" he would scream in return, pressing a paw to his head. He was getting the shit beat out of him while Blackpaw was probably getting a minor lecture from her mother. Whatever, he'd take the fall for anything as long as she didn't get hurt. "You f-fucking fell in love with Gothika and m-my mother, couldn't help that, c-could you?"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]The savannah gasped as Permafrost's paw met with his neck and he was pinned, paws instantly going up in an attempt to wrap around his father's paw and lessen the pressure. His temper would once agian begin to boil as he mentioned his mother, and Whitekit would attempt to kick out with his hind legs, hopefully hitting the older male in the stomach.
But his anger would turn to sadness, and soon he found tears dripping from his eyes. His teeth still clenched, Whitekit would relax the rest of his body and close his eyes with a sniffle.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit would shakily inhale, his ears pinning to his skull. "Im loyal to SunClan, Permafrost. . . I-I'd kill her if I had to. Do not compare me to my mother. I d-didn't think it would go so far, I thought t-that it was some stupid little crush. I already took a beating. . . From Gothika, I-" gulping harshly, Whitekit would open his chocolate eyes. "If your going to kill me, please do it f-fast. Peppermint and I have a sibling bond, I don't want her hurt for my m-mistake."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Trudging through the hallways at a semi-fast pace was Whitekit, tears dripping from his eyes. His body hurt, especially his head, and all he wanted to do was curl up in his room and die before someone decided to hit him again. BloodClan was so much better. His mother would never hit him, his foster father would never hit him. He could love Blackpaw without being judged.
Speaking of Blackpaw, while he was getting beat up she was probably having a simple chat with her mother. The thought made him angry, but he would get a million more beatings if it meant she was okay. Suddenly he found himself beginning to wobble. Letting out a grunt, the savannah male would stumble over into his side in front of his room door, his eyes half closed as he struggled not to pass out. Oh, his head hurt. . .[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Tears still dripping down his face, the white savannah would ignore her question. "H-He won't let me see her, Elvira. H-He. . . I'm not allowed to. . . " Whitekit would sniffle, pressing his paw to his head. Permafrost had hit him multiple times in the same spot upon his head, and it hurt. Letting out a groan, the male would clench his teeth and then let out a whimper. "D-Do you think she's okay?"
Hell, he told Permafrost he would kill Blackpaw if he needed to, but he was doubting himself. He would die a billion times just for her. "My head hurts so much. . . A-And so does my neck. . . And my spine."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]"He said I-I was just like my whore m-mother." he winced at his own words and rolled over onto his side to curl into a ball of misery. What he didn't understand was that they had made up a few days prior and everything seemed like it was okay, then Permafrost turned into this beastly thing. Whitekit knew his father was a bad guy, he shouldn't have made up with him. But all he wanted was a dad to play around with - was it that bad to wish for something like that?
He opened his mouth to respond once again, wanting to tell her that his bleeding wounds were from Gothika, but she told him to shush and he would obey.
[I can invite them if you want 8D][/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Sniffling, Whitekit would nod vigorously. "I-I understand, s-sir."
Kill Blackpaw? No, he couldn't do that. He would cut off all contact instead. There were plenty of other females in this clan that he could get together with, he would do that instead. He would be a good little SunClanner.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Whitekit would let out a whimper. "My back hurts. Gothika b-basically threw me at a boulder. sniffling, Whitekit lifted a paw to wipe away tears. "And my head hurts a lot. Permafrost kept h-hitting me. And my ear, and. . . My cheek and side stings. . .and my throat hurts."
Letting out another whinmper, the male would curl into a tighter ball. "Im sorry, Elvira. That I didn't fight back."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 277px][sub][color=white][font=book antiqua]Once again, the male would nod, his body stiff.[/fancypost] |
