.loving. you had ::consequences:: [tagged] May 20, 2020 14:02:51 GMT -6 wish and Egotistic like this
Post by Annie on May 20, 2020 14:02:51 GMT -6
Something was different within Morningmist.
Her nights were spent more often, than not, now, with a visitor in her nest. Yewthorn had taken it upon himself to start sleeping with her in her den, and although it wasn’t consistently every night, it was enough that others were starting to notice.
Not notice her, since she had two years of flying under the radar right in front of her clanmate’s noses. No, they were beginning to notice Yewthorn missing from his normal den more. He was late often to a lot of morning patrols. Mostly because, as of late, Morningmist found it harder and harder to arise with her namesake. Energy was suddenly very hard to come by.
She used to spend all day, sometimes even nights, out in the forests, hunting endlessly and just enjoying nature. But most days now, she found it hard enough to climb out from the tunnels, much more even to go hunting. If Yewthorn had noticed, he didn’t say much about it.
Their relationship was strange. They’d yet to discuss it in proper terms, though Morningmist certainly made it well known to the womanzing tom that if he wanted her, he had to work for it. He had to make her his only. She was not going to play the idea of any type of relationship with him if he was roving around.
And he’d done well so far, sticking around camp and actually working on his duties instead of mozying around and schmoozing the mollies of the clan. Not that Morningmist would have minded, because that was a part of the tom she loved deeply.
Love, it was such a strange thing to think. But she really had no other reason to explain her feelings for Yewthorn. She’d yet to tell him, waiting for that perfect moment. But she loved him. Loved him for so many things.
His charisma and charm, his ability to disarm even some of the clans most prickly characters. She wouldn’t expect him to completely change that aspect of his personality. But she certainly wanted to know he was loyal.
Because, as the dilute calico hung outside Ratwhisker’s den nervously, she had a feeling, deep in her churning belly, that she was going to need his loyalty more than ever. Some deep ingrained instinct said they were about to be tested. And she hoped that Yewthorn loved her enough to face this with her.
“R-ratwhisker?” she whispered, voice trembling as she slipped into his den, her voice weak and as ghostly as her appearance.
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