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Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 13:17:09 GMT -5
The leaving was a bittersweet thing. Drydusk didn't want to go to camp, he didn't want to go back home. His paws were light as a feather though, as he darted through the shadows back. It was official. It was official, and he was going to have kits. Praise Starclan..!
He was going to be a great father, even if they all were little she-kits. Even if he never saw them, he would live every day for them. He'd hunt with them in mind, he would sneak trips to see them. He couldn't wait for the moons to come. Soon, he would have kits. He would, and they'd be the best little warriors...! He was so excited, he barely noticed when he got back into Shadowclan territory, until he caught a scent of another cat.
He slowed to a stop, slinking towards a shadow. He forgot to at least try to mask any new scents on him. He'd just blame the Gathering the night before, if they asked. Maybe. Then again, he could probably sneak by-- wait. That scent was Shadestar's. Oh Starclan...
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Post by Shadewing on Dec 24, 2009 14:08:41 GMT -5
Shadestar had smelled faint WindClan, and was now down, sneaking up on the cat on his territory, ready to attack. They were likely organizing another attack. They'd have to have astounding luck to find the camp, but Shadestar had already had the luck of finding a tango. Their luck was out.
His form was low, and then the scent was lost among ShadowClan scent. Then, he noticed Drydusk. Dustfeather was the first thing to come to his mind. Great StarClan, they must have met eachother somewhere! Shadestar growled, getting up, and running in front of his brother.
"What in the name of the Dark Forest just happened." It was more of a statement than a question, between his teeth. He expected the worst. Mating, giving WindClan kits. More reasons for him to hate the other Clans. He lashed his tail with a growl, extremely impatient for an answer.
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Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 14:46:11 GMT -5
Drydusk's blue eyes flashed with indignity as he looked his brother in the eye. It would do absolutely no good for him to lie his way out of this, Shadestar knew him well enough. It was pretty damn obvious from his smell. He resisted his urge to claw the ground as his ear flicked. Like he really needed to ask.
"You know we love each other," came the low, slow meow. "You wouldn't deny me a chance to have a litter of my own, would you, brother?"
His tail swished as he glanced away, checking to see if anyone else was around. He looked back at Shadestar, keeping the fur on his neck down. He was uneasy about this whole thing- all he wanted to do was celebrate. He was going to have kits... But Shadestar wouldn't be happy about it.
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Post by Shadewing on Dec 24, 2009 15:00:45 GMT -5
"Normally I'd allow you to take a mate as you wish, but not with her. She's WindClan, a traitor to ShadowClan, and ungrateful for her own life. I saved her and she said she would have wanted to be dead. Your giving her a prize, Drydusk. Congratulations for running away and being dramatic, threatening to kill yourself, and being a traitor. I love you, Dustfeather." He ranted on angrily, once he realized that he had mated with Dustfeather. His brother may have been fairly reliable, but sometimes he just couldn't stand his brother.
He wasn't going to tell him his own sob mate story. No, he wanted that to go back to the back of his mind, so that he wouldn't need to remember it, or bring it up, so he didn't seem jealous. "You do know that this is against the warrior code, correct? Well, at least the cats who are born in WindClan will never be able to be true WindClan warriors, like Dustfeather.. So they're not really a threat.." he murmured off on the last part, half to insult Drydusk, otherwise to not to himself and try to make himself feel better. Everyone liked his brother better, and congratulated him on his faults. If he told anyone, then they'd likely tell him happy fatherhood. Maybe Drydusk would have made a better leader: But, however Shadestar looked at it, he was leader, and it was his nine lives.
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Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 15:11:49 GMT -5
Drydusk frowned, shifting on his paws. His brother... was right- but it wouldn't have been that way if Shadestar hadn't made it that way himself, right? "I can't choose who I love, Shadestar. StarClan doesn't seem to give a mousetail about who fathers who's kits, rogue or half clan." His pelt prickled slightly, despite his attempts, as he worked out a way to right this wrong in his older brother's eyes.
"The toms will be ours, they'll be ShadowClan. Dustfeather may be WindClan now, but she has ShadowClan blood. They'll be good warriors. This isn't just about her, this is about me too. My kits. Continuing our family lines." His tail twitched. "I wasn't about to litter random she-cat's kits in our clan... I don't love any of them like I did Dustpaw... I didn't ask you to agree with my choice, or even like it."
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Post by Shadewing on Dec 24, 2009 15:23:21 GMT -5
Shadestar grunted, not quite sure what to say. "As long as we get the toms. We should get the she-cats too, but I don't want her to whine to me about everything, and then attempt to kill me in my sleep." He wasn't joking, or his tone didn't seem like it. He seemed unhappy with his brother's choice, and hated awkward silences. "We should go back to camp, right now. I would punish you, but then everyone would know what it's about, and then the kit would likely get told things about Dustfeather and then we'd have a whiny tom on our hands, which is as good as a pregnant queen's mood. You're going to be the one to take the kit, however, since she's not allowed to step foot on ShadowClan territory."
There. Said it, finally. If his brother was thinking of convincing Shadestar to let his mate back in, that was likely the guillotine to that dream. Dustfeather's blood is never welcomed. And I hope that queen doesn't take this as a way of saying welcome back, that I'm not going all badger on Drydusk.
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Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 15:46:08 GMT -5
That... could have gone worse. His ears twitched up and he smiled warmly at Shadestar. Even if he was... less than happy with his choice. "Of course, Shadestar," he meowed. "of course." He understood very well she wasn't let back. Right now, he didn't really want her back in ShadowClan territory. It hurt to be away from her, but with the fighting with ThunderClan... It really was safest for her where she was.
His whiskers twitched as he started to pad back to camp. "Thank you, brother," he murmured softly as he went, giving him a small glance. He had basically let him get off scot-free, keeping up the limits he had already planned and expected. It would be perfect...well, as perfect as it could get for him. He was honestly happy... He wouldn't let down his clan now.
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