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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 24, 2022 22:38:09 GMT
 She had that feeling again, the feeling she'd hope she'd avoid for good this time. And there was only one culprit. While Vixenleap had a continuously growing list of "tom friends" she occasionally "visited with" at the border, she'd taken extra precautions to ensure that accidents never happened again. First Thornstep, and then ShadowClan's deputy, Crowleap...while she was fortunate enough to rid herself of the burden of those little rats, she wouldn't be able to get away with it this time. Those little spawns were half-breeds, something she could easily cast out. They had no right to be in ThunderClan. They had no strength to bring- hybrid vigor was a lie. At first, she considered if the RiverClan tom she'd spent the post-gathering with might have been the reason behind it. But it couldn't have- it was mere flirtation, and it had been far too recent. No, the only other tom she'd been around was Lynxstar, whom she regularly beat up in a daily basis with their little "sparring" practices. Him...it was his fault. Vixenleap did not politely ask to enter the leader's den- she'd shed her manners the moment she realized what was going on. Most mollies would plan something sweet, some cute way to merrily break the news to their loved ones. Most mollies welcomed this news. But Vixenleap? Hell no. She wasn't "most mollies". "Lynxstar, get your ass out here!" It came out as a roar, not some effeminate little purr. No, she was pissed. The red warrior's hackles were raised, and already fire crackled around her claws. She had spent the entire morning feeling sick as a dog, and now that she regained her strength, she was ready to pulverize that miserable fox-face. She swore she caught a glimpse of his head peering out of his den, and without attempting to decipher if it was really him or a mere shadow, she blasted it with a fireball. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU GLUTTONOUS, PIG-HEADED, TOAD-SMELLING, CROWFOOD-MUNCHING, SKUNK-KISSING, BABY BIRD-LOOKING BASTARD!"Blaze |
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Post by Blaze on Mar 24, 2022 23:30:00 GMT
Lynxstar had a certain routine about his mornings - he didn’t like straying from it often. He started off with breakfast. Not with whatever this was. He groggily lifts his head at Vixenleap’s initial shout though quickly ducks back down, furrowing his brow. What’s gotten into her? He hadn’t even done anything to warrant this kind of anger lately. At least, he thought he hadn’t. Maybe he did, but still it’s too early for this. He looks out of the den entrance with half-lidded eyes, ears pressed against his head. ”What is it?” he asks through a yawn. ”I can’t stay long, Newtpaw will be waiting for me.”20mia08 |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 24, 2022 23:45:37 GMT
((TW for very angry lady with many swear words)) How dare he regard her with such slow and lazy movements? So careless to their situation- of course he'd be, it wasn't like this was his direct problem. The red ticked tabby tried to hold it together, tried to be patient as he took his sweet old time, carrying his delicate little paws back to his den's entrance while she waited with her eye twitching like some psycho maniac. She was going to wring his neck, wring it so hard that he'd come back to Newtpaw looking like some fugly, half-chewed dandelion with four ugly legs. StarClan, she couldn't wait forever like this, she couldn't tolerate sitting with all the piss and vinegar coursing through her veins. She strode up closer to the leader's den so that she might thrust her face into his, her eyes a pair of hazel fires. "Newtpaw can wait five fucking seconds, you moldy tapeworm." She had tried to regain her cool on the walk up, and it might have lasted a fraction of a second. She was angry again, as evidenced by her tail that never seemed to cease lashing. "I vomited on a fucking rock this morning, you lazy bastard- don't you act so posh towards me! You know what happened to that rock? It melted, just like you're about to!" She was too enraged to think things through- that rock probably shouldn't have become liquid, but she was more interested in grinding Lynxstar into a paste. Vixenleap's body tensed. "Look at you- you just-"A wave of overpowering rage washed over her, and Vixenleap couldn't resist tackling the black smoke leader to the ground with her claws ablaze. "YOU PISS ME OFF. I didn't say you could get me pregnant! YOU should be the ones carrying these kits. You- you're the bitch."Blaze |
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Post by Blaze on Mar 30, 2022 0:39:29 GMT
Much too soon for him to react, he bowled over and thrown onto his back, clenching his teeth as heat pierced his fur. A sharp pain hits the back of his head and he wonders for a brief moment if he’ll walk away from this with a mere concussion. He doubts it severely but it doesn’t hurt to dream. No, this was much worse.
He attempts to free himself from her hold, yet when he hears her yell her... predicament out, he’s careful not to kick at her underside - he’s not that cruel. But he finds himself in a precarious situation with no way out - well, one but it’s not the preferable scenario here. He struggles for a bit more before her words make him stop in his tracks. He was the bitch....?
”It melted?” he asked eloquently.
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 30, 2022 19:31:35 GMT
His failure to acknowledge the issues at hand, and instead settle for dumb and trivial matters like the rock, only heightened the rage welling up within the ticked tabby's body. Vixenleap tightened the grip of her flaming claws on Lynxstar's fur, ensuring that he wasn't going anywhere. Oh hell no- he wasn't getting out of this one. "Oh, I'm going to melt something off, alright!" The hot-headed warrior snapped in response to Lynxstar's highly innocent query. StarClan, she could see why Mouseclaw wanted to kill him. She was about to do the same- taking a life from that bastard was awfully tempting. But now, she was stuck with the little vermin that he was partly responsible for. To kill him would leave her to raise them alone- and that was the last thing she wanted. But that didn't mean she was going to let him off easily. Vixenleap curled a lip. "Fuck you." She spat, feeling another wave of illness slowly washing over her. These kits were already as much of a pain in the ass as their father. "You're helping me raise these- if I have to be confined to that damned nursery, then so does your worthless, mildew-smelling hide. ThunderClan better grovel at my paws after I give them these strong little bastards as warriors."The stench of singing fur wafted into her nose, and the enraged warrior promptly released the leader as she became sick once more- fortunately for Lynxstar. Vixenleap's belly tensed afterward as she sent a scathing glare back at Lynxstar. "And if you don't care for these little shits, I'll grind you into a paste and feed you to the crows, and then feed those crows to some damn dogs. You'll look so miserable that Mouseclaw won't even be able to recognize you in the Dark Forest muck when I'm through with you."Her teeth clenched. "Understood, dear?"Blaze |
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Post by Blaze on Apr 1, 2022 0:11:57 GMT
He grits his teeth once more before she finally lets him up, shifting onto his side as he licks at his wounds. ”These will definitely scar,” he thinks wryly. They’d both need to visit Sagewhisker at this rate. He flicks an ear at her stream of threats - he’d grown used to such in the many moons he’d known her. It’d never been this bad, but he supposed that would be expected for an unexpected pregnancy.
”I am appalled that you would believe that I would not want them. They are my kits just as much as they are yours,” he says as he stands. ”Now if you’re done. I believe a visit to the medicine den is in order.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, walking past with his eyes set forward.
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Post by 20mia08 on May 7, 2022 21:17:26 GMT
She disregarded the unusual sound of sizzling to her side, emitting from the pile of vomit she'd produced after she'd let Lynxstar go free. Vixenleap's prickling fur could even detect a rise in temperature from the composite of stomach acid and breakfast, yet her attention and rage remained directed to her leader, the worthless pile of singed fur. "Damn straight they are." The expecting warrior hissed through clenched teeth, her venomous gaze remaining locked on the pelt of the aging leader. If she didn't feel as sick as a dog that had eaten three-week-old crowfood, then she'd surely tear out his throat. "You're responsible for this mess- I should have your smelly hide rot in the nursery in my stead. You can nurse them and clean them and do all those little motherly things."...He was her main bitch, after all. While Lynxstar steadily made his way past the ferocious warrior, the red feline remained firmly rooted to where she stood. No, she wasn't some miserable, giddy queen- she wasn't going to visit Sagewhisker. He would surely order her to be confined to the nursery, starving her of the patrols and action she craved. Sniffing stubbornly, Vixenleap abruptly flicked her ears backwards. "You do that- maybe he'll tell you how many rugrats you're expecting. Starting to look a little plump there- easier to tell without all that hair now." The queen sneered before resolutely seating herself, making it evident that she had no intention of visiting their medicine cat. The cross warrior glowered at her claws as she flexed them. "I'm going to kill a bitch." So much rage surged through her veins, but the relentless waves of illness made it so difficult to act upon said anger. Blaze |
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