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Originally Posted by goose
“What about it?”
This was new; he drew back, lifted a fang over his lip. Disgusting. He did not move, acted like he didn’t hear the question, that it was impossible that his mate would humiliate him like that. Maybe it was a mistake; just a fluke. In the tremble that showed itself after his patched lover had spoken, he knew that Larkfall had chosen to do it, to finally say something.
Cuckoosnarl wasn’t quite sure what to say, at this point.
The tom had spoken, and he wasn’t going to deny the fact that it came as a shock. He’d finally mustered up the nerve, and he had to pay the price for it. Wherever did his meek, humble Larkfall go? His insolence was not to be tolerated. Cuckoo would have to fix that.
“What about my scent?” He jeered again, parroting Larkfall’s low, trembling tone. “If you’re going to attempt to accuse me of something, I’d like for you to be less of a coward about it. Now, pray tell, what do you have to say?” Flexing his claws once more, he let a rumbling snarl ooze from his throat, not quite a purr or a growl but something in-between. Pressing harder against the small calico, Cuckoosnarl brought his muzzle closer towards Larkfall’s ear, “Do you like it, do you? What do you have to say?” |
larkfall wanted to cry. how close he was to his ear, how he pressed against him so romantically yet the words he mewed in his ears were like thick poison. cuckoo could crush him with a single swipe. but one thing that comforted larkfall is that he would never kill him. as much as he hurt him, as many scars that were along his body from punishments,he would never kill him. after all, that would only draw more attention to cuckoo, and larkfall knew he didnt want to be in the spotlight of their leader. the thought only gave him a sliver of confidence. he gave a small whimper, but he sat up a bit more, leaning away from cuckoos touch,¨your scent...¨ he repeated, voice still trembling. he had never stood up to his mate before. green eyes watered at he stared at him. he wanted to back down, to say nevermind and apologize over and over again, to beg for forgiveness. but they were in the clearing,public, cuckoo couldnt hurt him with cats watching, could he?, ¨it isnt mine.¨ it hurt. it really did. to know his mate didnt love him enough to stick around, that alrk would never be his one and only. that lark wasnt good enough. what did he have to do to prove himself? did he have to praise and worship him? did he have to dedicate his all to him? check and check. lark was done.
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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
Moments passed before Obsidiansky decided to stop this business of feeling more sorry for himself. Life was good! He had made up with Sagewhisker, he was going to make up with Canineheart, and he would stop this confusion over Fawnskip. Life was going to be just fine. And so his stance became more confident, his ears pricked up, and he appeared to be a good deal friendlier and more approachable then before. Spotting a multicolored cat who looked... scared of the world around him, the smile and more confident, take-on-the-world stance of Obsidiansky faltered and he cocked his head to the side. Odd... For a moment, he had almost forgotten that the world kept turning and everyone had their own problems to deal with. "Good morning," He mewed as he approached the other cat. Now, Obsidiansky wasn't a big cat, but he could appear intimidating to a smaller feline. The last thing he wanted was to scare another WindClanner into thinking that he was going to hurt them. "Uh, I'm Obsidiansky..." That was the next step, right? Or should he have asked if it was okay for him to stick around first? Social skills generally came naturally to the tom, but then again, he normally didn't talk to the cats who slunk around nervously.
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larkfall jumped hearing someone talk to him. cuckoo didnt like him talking to toms. he wanted all of his attention. his mate was controlling and it was taking a toll, to the point that lark was scared to even look at another cat in fear of getting punishment when cuckoo came back from patrols. he looked up from his small piece of prey he was eating,well, planning to scarf down before he was ordered not to(cuckoos request). but his mate wasnt around right now. probably hidden away with some other tom. it was hypocritical. but larkfall still loved him endlessly. he sat up a bit,giving a small tense smile,¨hello! im larkfall. its nice to m-meet you.¨