In truth, the tom couldn't believe his ears at the she-cat's accusation. He'd merely been watching in awe, devouring her beautiful body with his eyes, he'd never dream of anything else. His blue eyes turned colder, an almost unpleasant smile gracing his maw as the she-cat prompted him to apologize.
'Apologize! Apologize for what?!' The thought baffled him, his ears now pressed firmly against his cranium in utter disgust.
Though the female's wouldn't have been able to hear his thoughts, it was evident that he had taken offence to the pregnant cat's words. His jaws parted, his crimson tongue lolling over his jagged fangs, before he decided to retreat it and remain quiet.
'For now at least, seeing as the other cat seems less inclined to rip my ears off.'
Despite the fact he chose not to retaliate, the same disgusted expression was plastered upon his handsome facade. And even as the next she-cat spoke, claiming that he didn't need to apologize, it made not an ounce of a difference as he still couldn't believe the pregnant she-cat thought he'd harm such a beautiful creation.
'Her lovely spotted pelt, golden yet not, isn't something that should be splashed in crimson.' He thought with a sigh, his eyes still lingering upon her bodice.
But now though, he was glad he'd kept that grotesque appearance upon his face, now feeling rather belittled for this she-cat thinking that he thought of doing it. By now though, the creamy tom's tail lashed in angry swipes, appearing like a lethal serpant ready to strike its prey. Though his claw's remained sheathed, his body somewhat relaxed, he simply replied in a brisk fashion which showed how uneasy he felt about the situation.
"Alas, for both maiden's are wrong," He spoke, his voice bristled in anger. "For why would one wish to harm such a fair maiden?"
In his eyes, he personally couldn't understand a tom's intensions to do so, though he was rather naive when it came to the real world.
'And now I'm being ignored,' He thought, noticing the she-cat's talk to one another. 'Should I just leave?'
He doubted the she-cat's were that fussed about him, especially after believing he'd commit such an awful crime.
'Maybe they'd be happy to see the back of me?' He thought in dismay, after all he'd only wished to stare upon the she-cat. 'But perhaps that would cause more aggrivation?'
"Dianora, such an exotic name," He spoke quietly to himself, purring all the while his paws began to knead the snowy ground.
Yes, it gave an almost creepy and rather unnerving image, though he was oblivious to himself talking quietly and kneading the ground. Perhaps it was because he was far too intent upon both she-cat's currently, by now though he had silently padded alongside the spotted one with his eyes gazing her up and down. Again, he was't the type to harm a she-cat, even though it appeared he would, as he simply just wished to view them. An effortless sigh was emitted from his slightly parted jaws, by now his gaze had turned upon the pregnant one with the same eyes as before.
"Alas, t'is a shame to carry such a heavy burden," He tutted a little, his eyes trailing over her well-rounded stomach. "T'would not be wise to rest upon one's rump and allow you're body to absorb a brief amount of comfort?"
To him, it didn't make sense for the she-cat to be prowling in such harsh weather conditions, especially with such a heavy load to carry. No, he wasn't a Medicine Cat or anything of the such though he wasn't a fool when it came to knowing the difference between clever and stupid.
'Perhaps she deem's them to certain death?' He pondered, now imagining the she-cat burying her litter in tons of snow as soon as they are born.
Surprisingly enough he didn't shudder nor squrim nor think of it as unapproving, instead that same crazed smile graced his lips making him appear like a monsterous wreck.
"One shouldn't allow one's self to become burdened, if one doesn't wish for new life." He spoke, his lyrics sounded almost heart broken at the thought.
He wasn't one to know what love was or to have experienced it, so as far as he was concerned kit's were simply made when a female wishes to breathe extra life into the world not because they want them.
"Don't you agree?" He asked the other female, his eyes appearing geninuely concerned now rather than hungry for her body.
It then became evident to him that maybe he should keep his nose out of the she-cat's business, he swiftly retreated backwards and sat upon his haunches a few rabbit hops away.
'Perhaps she needs an honest female chat, to make her realize that the kit's will have feelings.'
He still couldn't get it out of his head that this she-cat was going to suffocate her litter, with snow, once they were born. It didn't make sense to him, then again he was a male and he wasn't raised as correctly as he should have been.
'Pray to StarClan she will change her ways before they are born.'
As he gazed upon her stomach, he began to doubt whether she would change her mind in time. Now he noted to himself that she looked readied to burst at the seams, at any given moment the kit's may appear.
'Perhaps I could snatch them?' He thought, a thoughtful expression flickered across his face. 'Then I can find them a nice, loving family who won't suffocate them.'
As if he had decided upon his actions, his head nodded in determination before he set his gaze firmly upon her stomach. His head was lurched forward and his shoulders were raised, giving him an almost vulture like expression, though in truth he was simply wishing to save those kit's nice and quickly.
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