[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

Wrenclaw's blue gaze hardened in a way it'd never been towards her before. His tail tip twitched irritably and for a moment, the tom was glad he left her. Although with his ears pinned back, his voice was hushed as he spoke the next few words towards his former mate. "The difference between you and I... you were scared," he paused, his voice venomous when he continued, "and I didn't want them," he flicked his tail towards the kits. His claws flexing now. This was a side to Wrenclaw that not many cats see, his more sinister side that 's hidden very well behind a cloak of flirting and deception.

The warrior let those words sink in. He didn't regret a single thing. He stood his ground daring her to say anything or to slash his muzzle. He was ready to face the facts now. "They're your burden and yours alone. Those aren't my kits. At least that's all they have to know and if you want me to explain these simple facts, I'll shatter their hearts for you," he growled, his blue gaze darting away to hide the fact he had a little bit of a harder time saying those words. He needed to sound mean, but Wrenclaw didn't want to be this mean to her or her family. He simply took both rejections badly and now he knew he was alone. No, my sister will understand... in reality, his sister hated the idea he did this.

Wrenclaw awaited a response. He knew at this point he'd be driven away or asked to leave and he'd do it with no hesitation although he'd also simply hide in the clearing. Anything to get away from the nursery now. He knew this was a bad idea and didn't understand why he didn't just follow his instincts. It would've saved him more heartbreak. It was true. Wrenclaw was heartbroken now, but he had to hide it. Had to act like nothing phased him. Had. To.

Now, tears rushed down her cheeks, sinking into her fur, and making her slightly cold. She was trembling. Not because she felt a light chill, but out of anger and depression. She avoided WrenClaw's gaze, and instead, looked at the ground before her as she thought about what to say. Her claws slipped out, eager to pierce her previous mate's muzzle. With a great amount of strength and effort, SageFrost drilled her unsheathed claws into the ground as to refrain herself from throwing a blow at him. She closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to chase away the tears, and she held her breathe only to release a dry sob. This is real, she thought.

She inhaled shakily, gathering herself. She didn't want to appear like a weak kit in front of her ex-mate. SageFrost raised her head, despite the pathetic tears that continued to stream along her face. With a brief sigh, she blinked, and glared at WrenClaw with all the hate she could muster. ``Just, look at them,`` She demanded, her tone of voice being hateful. She would've practically spit at him, but her throat lacked moisture, and it made her sound like a sick cat with her voice cracking. As she said this, she swiveled her head to the side to look lovingly at her offspring. ``You will regret not being apart of their lives, I assure you.`` She now whispered, a sign that her words were serious and honest - they were thought-out. She was still angry, though, bursting with rage. But she knew her words would mean more if she were calm and collected.

She then turned her head back as to face him, her expression grim. Her scowl was more than noticeable, and her eyes continued to flare. Her nose frequently wrinkled in the beginnings of a snarl, but they were quick to disappear as she fought against the snarling. Any ounce of love she had left for the tomcat before her, was gone. ``I, uh, suggest you leave, WrenClaw. Don't talk to me or these kits, don't look at me or these kits, don't even think about me or these kits. Bye.`` Her statement began with uncertainty, but she swiftly gained confidence as she went on speaking. Her voice was still low, hinting to her seriousness.

SageFrost never expected them to say goodbye to each other. In her younger mind, she saw them both lying on their deathbeds at old age. They'd be pressed against each other, rumbling purrs in their throats, their tails intertwined. They'd share a sweet and loving `see you when we wake up`. They'd close their eyes, and awaken in a starry forest. StarClan. They'd live in the stars, watching their offspring down below as they lived their own lives. They'd be partners for eternity. Now, her dreams would no longer exist. She would hope that WrenClaw would live an awful life, and even plant himself in the Dark Forest so she'd never have to see him again. Meanwhile, she'd hunt mice and squirrels in the forests of StarClan, looking down on her children. Her children.

She turned away from WrenClaw immediately, whipping her thick tail in an attempt to slap him in the face. She stepped into her warm nest, welcoming the heat. She collapsed into the moss, resting her chin on her paws and watching her kits. She curled her tail at her flank, the tip twitching lazily. She offered her kits a weak smile. SageFrost wanted a distraction after such a confrontation, and she knew her kits would be willing to help her do so. She didn't cast her ex-mate a second glance, clearly done with him. If she ever saw him again, well, it'd be much too soon.

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