Posts by C'est-Liv

Tate chuckled, "You don't hide it. And yes they do - that is what a compost is. It was a method loners used to use so the area didn't die off." He said, approaching slowly. "But god they stink." This was of course followed by a deep, rumble of laughter. Tate didn't really recognize the she-cat on a personal level, just that she was usually hanging around camp since she was part of the clan. Though, as was his habit, he automatically assumed every she-cat was infatuated with him.

Sirius heard the plead, watching from beside the she-cat, but had no way of replying. So he sat beside his mate, watching his kits, but unable to communicate. So this is what he felt like. Invisible. Sirius thought sadly, remembering when Tate was his imaginary friend - not his brother.

"Are you okay?" He asked, noticing the slightest bit of flush to her dark fur. He couldn't deny she was attractive, nor the hunger blazing in his seemingly innocent eyes. "I'm going hunting, if you would like to join me." Tate offered, curling his tail around his paws, ensuring he was in the perfect spot - where the grey rays filtered through the canopy of leaves. Pale gold gleamed, accented by deeper shades of russet that marbled around the beautiful fur. Wide brown eyes looked to the she-cat sweetly, gold and hazel flecks glistening in the deep pools - hiding the lust behind them. "Well?"
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"What do you mean Dew? Dew? Damn it!" Sirius screamed, though he knew she couldn't hear him. Dropping onto the ground beside her, he attempted to nuzzle his mate, though he went right through her.

Tate laughed, "Come little grasshopper." He purred, reverting back to the deep, raspy voice he used when he wasn't around his brother's children or mate. "C'mon..." He said, leading the way to the spot. "Hunting is best by the river, since everything needs water." Only half of it being hard core facts.

Cas looked over at his siblings and mother, a blank look on his face.

"What?" Tate asked, turning himself around - the sexy look making a 180 to confusion.

Hi, I'm Liv and good lord you people make me feel like a slut.

IT WAS PROBALLY ME.

All I can think of is the chick who sings Special Death when I hear that name....

Yeah, not me. My Name is Olivia-Renée, but I go by Liv or Livi-Rae most of the time though.

Tate instantly was ready to shred this stranger's face, "You don't touch a f*cking woman like that you little sh*t!" He roared.
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Knock yourself out.

Tate lunged at the tom, pale claws extended to attempt to drag the stranger away from Wishpaw. "What the hell is wrong with you, you pathetic fucking shitfaced dumbass!" Tate roared, his beautiful gaze shifting to burning amber.

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"OH WILL I?" He yowled after the stranger, running after Calix to make sure he really was gone before returning to Wishpaw. "Don't tell me, I don't want to know - but I did just save your life..." His eyebrow went up in question.

Play the violin, it makes you punch harder.

Tate glanced up, "What do you mean?"

....I'm 5'1 and can't claim any tittle but that I can hurdle like no ones business.

Recap?

Raven? Tate mentally called, sitting by the river where Wishpaw and that strange tom had left him looking lost - like a broken toy. He shivered at his own mind, "I'm not broken. Or a toy." He told himself, though didn't believe it.

I'm bored. He complained, pursing his lips - though he knew no one could see. Don't have imaginary kits with your sibling's mates. It is a lot of work.

My brother's mate? God, even I have lines! He thought, though he wasn't as appalled as he once was. Sure, he liked Dew enough not to want to kill her and her little sh*ts Tate called Nieces, but still. And no, her mate showed by and beat her up so I beat him up and then they left. Tate pointed out, kicking a stone into the water. [i]Besides, Dew is too innocent to understand my problems.[/i]

Come see, I'm lonely. He whined at her, then almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Cas sitting directly beside him. "How long have you been there!?" Tate yowled, though the small kit seemed to not hear. "Damn-it, she gave birth to a half-wit..." He murmured, though Castiel didn't even look in Tate's direction.

You are so indecisive. Do you like affection, or don't you? It is a simple question! Cas swayed to the left, though emotionless and aloof as he was, the small silvery pale kit seemed wise beyond his moon or so of life. Rolling his eyes at this tiny nephew, Tate wiggled his tail. "Hey!"

"I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you. Screwing is like love without all the bullshit." He said, not bothering to censor himself since this nitwit of a child seemed to be anywhere but there.

"No, well yes but no but....Is this a trick question?" He asked, genuinely confused as to if she wanted the truth or what she may or may not be hoping was the truth.

"Well, you are attractive and female since birth I presume. So sure - I would be honored to have you allow me to screw you." He said with a mock bow. Then he sat back up and stuck his tongue out at her.