[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by toothlost!

Seeing his smile, his own teasing glint in his eyes, his adoration for her... Marigoldrise didn't know how she managed to stay calm and not explode into a giddy mess. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to. Perhaps she will later, when she's telling her close friends the news, there was no way she could hide her squealing, excited mess of a cat then. But for now she was just going to have to keep herself contained to prevent unnecessary attention. Rookpatch didn't need a bunch of eyes on him, especially not now.
At his stuttered response to her compliment, she smirked at him and put her nose to his for a brief moment, "What? I can't call you amazing, or stunning, or handsome? What about adorable?" She nudged him softly, "You're my perfection." Suddenly she stood up, looking down at him. "You need to eat, Rookpatch." She had noticed he was starting to look sickly and she assumed it was from a lack of food and rest, so she'd force him to eat and then nap with him. If he refused to nap, she'd find a way to make him. Without waiting for a response, the she-cat turned and went to the fresh-kill pile, picking out a decent sized hare, not the biggest one on the mound but definitely not a small meal. He was going to finish it whether he liked it or not.
Returning to their resting place she set it at his head and returned to the position she was in, staring at him a moment before gesturing to the rabbit. "Go on, eat." She looked back at him, shooting him a look that said 'try me' before returning to grooming him, purring softly to urge him into eating even more. If he felt comfortable and safe, he'd be more keen on caring for himself and eating. "After that you can nap. Or we both can." She smiled softly, remembering their last 'nap.' Granted it ended horribly, they had bounded a lot that day. That's when she really fell for him.

Considering he could contain his intense fear inside of him rather than breaking down mentally every day, it almost wasn't surprising that he could contain his intense feeling of giddiness, if there was one thing Rookpatch was good at aside from running, it was containing his emotions inside rather than bursting them out. Now don't get me wrong, when he speaks to Blazingstorm about the good news, he'll hardly be able to control himself, heck, he might even stutter more out of pure excitement at the prospect of actually.. Having a mate. But he also certainly didn't want to bring attention to them, he absolutely hated it when cats stared at him, plus he didn't agree with what Singenight was doing and was fearful that that might get him, or even worst, her, killed. So he did well in containing himself.
As her nose met his, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to widen, his breath being stolen momentarily by the beautiful she-cat as she complimented him even more, his ears flattening a bit in embarrassment, his cheeks heating up, a small smile appearing on his muzzle and his pale green eyes glancing away momentarily, until she got up in which he quickly looked back up at her, his ears perking up. Blinking a bit as she made the statement about him needing to eat, he looked at his sides where the ribs could be seen individually beneath his short hide, his lips turning down a bit in a frown. He honestly didn't feel that hungry. But she was already on the way to the fresh kill pile, causing him to sigh a bit and glance around nervously, feeling the fear creep back into him the father away she went and the longer she stayed away from his side, his paws kneading the ground a bit. Luckily enough for him, she wasn't gone too long and soon enough she was padding back to him with a hare in her jaws, his favorite piece of prey.
Rookpatch frowned at the piece of prey as it was set down in front of him and looked to Marigoldrise as she settled down in the position she was before, giving her a look as if to say, Do I really have to eat it? before huffing out a bit and pawing at the corpse. Giving it a sniff he realized it.. Did kind of smell good.. There was nothing to worry about right now anyways, he was.. He was safe. Licking his lips, he would flash a glance at the tabby as she stated that either he or the both of them could take a nap after this. The nap sounded more intriguing than the meal, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get away without eating it. So as she gently continued grooming him, he cautiously began to pluck the fur from the rabbit with his teeth before beginning to nibble at it, after a few nibbles it seemed he truly realized how hungry he was and started to take desperate mouthfuls of the creature, nearly choking a few times as he scarfed it down as quickly as he could, as if it could still run away from him and would if he didn't eat it as soon as possible.