Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 14:11:59 GMT -5
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Despite his ears growing hot at Lichenjaw's comment about him being a great father, the golden tom couldn't help but let out a choppy purr. As his Clanmate had a seat, Waspwing sat beside her so they could look out at the territory beyond the dead grass. He knew that the other Clans always thought that ShadowClan cats were weird, wanting to live in dead-looking or marshy territories, but Waspwing knew that was only because they were jealous.
And they should be! the tom thought to himself, a small smirk creeping onto his sharp, pointed muzzle. ShadowClan is the best Clan in the world. A pity they were all born in different Clans -- StarClan must think that they don't deserve to be great! Ha!
His attention snapped back to Lichenjaw as the purr echoed in his head. There was something different about it... Something that made the fur at the base of his spine prick. Waspwing couldn't place what exactly was different, but he knew that suddenly she she-cat was even more alluring -- if that was possible, of course. Now Lichenjaw was talking about the golden tom's appreciation for kits... And then went on to say that she didn't want to give birth to a tom's kits if their daddy didn't take pride in them. Suddenly, it clicked.
She totally wants me! his brain yowled, and Waspwing felt a fresh wave of vanity.
"If we did get around to having kits, it'd be frog-brained not to take pride in them." The tom closed his eyes and raised his muzzle toward the sky to bask in the sunlight. "They'd be perfect, they'd be smart, they'd be beautiful, and awesome, and amazing hunters, and the other Clans would tell their apprentices to steer clear of them in battle once they become warriors!"
Images of what the kits might look light entered his brain: golden cats with green eyes leaping into battle at the head of a patrol, bengal-pattern cats with amber eyes slipping through the territory with so much prey in their jaws, they had to make multiple trips to get it all back to camp... Waspwing let out a deep purr. Yes... Their kits would be forces to be reckoned with!
And they should be! the tom thought to himself, a small smirk creeping onto his sharp, pointed muzzle. ShadowClan is the best Clan in the world. A pity they were all born in different Clans -- StarClan must think that they don't deserve to be great! Ha!
His attention snapped back to Lichenjaw as the purr echoed in his head. There was something different about it... Something that made the fur at the base of his spine prick. Waspwing couldn't place what exactly was different, but he knew that suddenly she she-cat was even more alluring -- if that was possible, of course. Now Lichenjaw was talking about the golden tom's appreciation for kits... And then went on to say that she didn't want to give birth to a tom's kits if their daddy didn't take pride in them. Suddenly, it clicked.
She totally wants me! his brain yowled, and Waspwing felt a fresh wave of vanity.
"If we did get around to having kits, it'd be frog-brained not to take pride in them." The tom closed his eyes and raised his muzzle toward the sky to bask in the sunlight. "They'd be perfect, they'd be smart, they'd be beautiful, and awesome, and amazing hunters, and the other Clans would tell their apprentices to steer clear of them in battle once they become warriors!"
Images of what the kits might look light entered his brain: golden cats with green eyes leaping into battle at the head of a patrol, bengal-pattern cats with amber eyes slipping through the territory with so much prey in their jaws, they had to make multiple trips to get it all back to camp... Waspwing let out a deep purr. Yes... Their kits would be forces to be reckoned with!
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