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    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.


    1,015 words.

    Infamous' eyes grew round in wonder, gazing upon each leaf and stem in turn before he bounded to his mother's side affectionately. Yes, he was certainly a mummy's boy, seeming as his soft pelt brusted lovingly against her's.
    "Where are we going to first?" He asked, his voice slowly becoming deeper with age though still somewhat squeaky.
    Unless his mother, the cub wasn't extremely thin due to her milk though extra weight upon his bod certainly wouldn't have gone a miss.

    The tom couldn't help but smirk on the inside, pleasantly pleased by Nymphaea going barmy over himself. Though on the outside he appeared rather confused by her accusing nature, seemingly oblivious to the "voices", however he wasn't that stupid and knew exactly what she was on about. With a sigh though, his head turned back to Ghoststare with approving eyes. Like all she-cat's he couldn't help but notice how beautiful this one was, such a heavenly bodice with lovely curves, it was evident within his eyes that he was thinking that. Swiftly, he changed his tactics and replied quietly to her.
    "This weight shall sent one soaring, lower and lower, until a cart appears at the bottom." He quickly gazed upon Atilla, before deciding his own fate. "My path has already been laid out, though I can lead a little."
    Without hesitating a moment longer, the tom stepped upon the pressure plate. A loud "clunck" was heard, almost resembling cog wheels turning, before everything turned pitch black within the room.

    'Incredible, beautiful and talented?' Sooleawa thought, smiling on the inside nonetheless 'Could all those be possible within a single cat?'
    And as Branchpool continued to compliment Sooleawa, she couldn't help but wonder how she could make a good mother when she never wanted any kits. It didn't make sense to her, though she accepted it within her stride and rasped her tongue gently across the tom's chest. But at his next comment, she had never imagined he could be so romantic with words, something that she hadn't imagined when she chose him as a slave.
    'Is this the same Branchpool I had met in the Vix?' She thought, smiling all the while.
    But she didn't know how to react, not once has she ever loved another nor had the gesture returned. She wasn't a soppy, romantic sort but rather self-contained. But whatever she was, she couldn't help but show her feelings towards Branchpool.
    "Really?" She asked, her words choked within her throat. "I... I never imagined you to say such beautiful words." She admitted. "But... But.." She found it difficult to announce her feelings towards him, in fear of it being thrown back in her face. "I love you too, Branchpool. Surprisingly, you are the only one I have ever cared for."


    [You may RP Wish ^_^
    Did you want me to PM you her personality and appearance?]

    Runningstorm attempted to swiftly dodge the fox's attack, though managing the fox managed to connect its skull with the tom's underbelly. The sudden force caused the tom to go flying, causing him to stumble and fall into a thorn bush.


    [I can make a few cakes, however I only ever make them when it's my partners birthday or something ^_^]

    Cerberus' right headed nodded in agreement, the middle being asleep while the left one happened to be bickering to himself.
    "Yes, Bloodspirit?" He queried before padding over to the cat.

    Cerberus didn't know what to say, personally he hadn't noticed anything wrong with Demonstar.
    "I haven't noticed anything," The tom responded. "Though my other-half may know."
    The right head snapped at the back of the left head, causing him to turn sharply and glare upon Bloodspirit in a grotesque fashion.
    "What?!" He snarled at his other-half.
    "Have you noticed anything wrong with Demonstar?"
    The left head pondered for a moment, for once appearing rather thoughtful.
    "Is it something to do with the battle?"

    "I have never heard of that Clan." The right head announced, now looking rather concerned. "Does Demonstar know of this Clan, or of their intensions?"

    In truth the tom wasn't neither shocked nor surprised by Arikana being given the position of "Head Chaser", in his eyes she simply fitted the bill required to be given the position.
    'Exactly what Asteria said, she is perfect for the role.' The tom thought, all the while his gaze was fixated upon the beautiful Siamese.
    His chest began to puff out, somewhat of a male dominant feeling consuming him whole as his gaze followed the she-cat to the back of the room. She happened to sit not too far from him, he needn't guess that she didn't wish to be smothered in compliment's and chose a backseat so not to shower in all the glory. Unlike himself, the rest of the feline's seemed to have been eagerly positioned at the foot of the chair, hunger evident within their eyes that they too wished to be bathed in Basset's glory. As for the creamy tom, if he were given a position he'd appear rather apathetic supposed to estactic.


    By now though, Asteria had beckoned forward Lakota, who happened to be a Trooper. Again, the tom knew what position she'd be given, unlike with Arikana the tom was rather surprised that this she-cat would be given this position.
    'Ah,' He thought abruptly, his tail curling thoughtfully around his forepaws. 'I'd have chosen a different she-cat, however I shant judge Asteria's decision.'
    With that thought in mind, the tom's facial expressions softened in understanding without so much as a hint of objection or astonishment. Even if he were to appear shocked by the leader's choice he wouldn't have been noticed as he was situated at the back of the room, his face casted with a shadow that hid his twisted grin that began to spread upon his maw.

    [Sorry for the late reply, I had a staff party last night so I wasn't on yesterday.]


    For a while Infamous gazed from Sun, to his mother, to Sun, and back again. This was something that was reoccuring, only when Sun began to pad off did his gaze remain upon his mother.
    "Can we see the fish swimming under water?" The young cub queried, his paws shuffling as he felt somewhat awkward.