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This is the sequel to 'Love the Way You Lie.' This will focus mainly on Dustpelt, but don't worry, Sandstorm and Firestar will still be main characters. I might even add their kits' perspectives in. ;) Let's begin!
~Dustpelt's POV~
I glared over at Firestar as he padded into the nursery. I stood, and followed him in. Inside, Sandstorm lay on her side with her three moon old kits. Spottedkit, Amberkit, and Sunkit were nursing happily. Sandstorm lay with a lazy smile on her face, her eyes half-closed.
"Sandstor-" Before Firestar finished, I interrupted.
"Sandstorm! You look great!" I purred, shoving Firestar aside and leaving him with an annoyed look plastered on his face. "The kits are beautiful!"
Sandstorm mewed, "Thanks Dustpelt." She pointed to the pale brown tabby, Spottedkit, and mewed, "She looks kind of like you," she joked.
I chuckled.
I felt Firestar push me aside, "I'd like some privacy with my mate," he almost growled.
I let out a sigh, and turned and padded out of the den. I shook out my fur, and decided to take a walk. Sandstorm, why didn't you just leave him? Can't you see that I love you?
I headed towards the thorn tunnel, and nodded at Graystripe as I passed through.
~Firestar's POV~
I rolled my eyes as Dustpelt exited the den. Sometimes that cat...really just IRKS me...
I let out a sigh, then smirked at Sandstorm. "Does he give you any trouble?" I purred, settling down beside her and the kits. Spottedkit stumbled over and mewed before she curled up on my paws.
I chuckled, and watched Amberkit give a huge yawn before laying splayed across Sandstorm's side.
"I'm not tired!" Sunkit announced with a squeak as he tumbled forward a few steps before collapsing into sleep beside his sister.
Sandstorm rolled her eyes. "No, of course not. He just annoys me sometimes." He laughed quietly. "I am so worn out...I barely get any rest, between Dustpelt and the kits."
I nodded, "I'll take care of the Dustpelt problem. And I'll try and pop in to help with the kits when I can." His eyes glimmered, "They're beautiful...Just like they're mother..."
I bent forward and began grooming my mate. Sandstorm erupted in purrs, and I joined in. I felt a rush of happiness and a surge of love for my amazing mate, and my adorable kits. I knew they would make wonderful contributions to the clan.
~Dustpelt's POV~
I found myself wandering aimlessly through the forest. Several times I picked up prey scent, thought about hunting, then decided against it. I let out a sigh. It would just succeed in reminding me of Sandstorm, and what I had lost. Besides, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the hunt. So, I knew that hunting was not the answer that time.
I suddenly came across a strange scent; I didn't recognize it.
I stood still and narrowed my eyes, peering around the trees. Suddenly, a flash of gray fur caught my eye. I spun around, facing a gray she-cat striped with black markings. She was watching me wearily.
I watched her back, then finally got up the nerve to speak. Her exquisite beauty fascinated me. Her fur was sleek, and her body trim but strong. Her ears were tapered to a point, and her eyes were large and attractive, gleaming a teal color mixed with golden sparks. Her paws were small and nimble looking. She shifted slightly, still keeping an eye on me. Her long gray tail was also long-haired and elegant, I noted.
I stood up straight, and cleared my throat. "What are you doing in Thunderclan territory?"
She straightened up as well, and took the honest route, "I live here. I was out hunting." I blinked, astonished, adding bravery to the list of 'pluses.'
I found myself staring blankly at her neck.
This time she cleared her throat, "He-e-llo, my face is up here."
I blinked twice and felt my fur heat, then looked back up into her eyes. "Listen," I began nervously, "You aren't supposed to be here, this is Thunderclan territory."
She blinked, and shifted her gaze. "Are you a Thunderclan warrior?" She whispered, looking back up at me." I shifted my ears and nodded. She took in a breath, and continued. "I-I can't leave."
I regarded her with bewilderment. "What?"
"Please," she begged, "don't tell anyone I'm here. I'll do anything. Please." She blinked and heaved a breath, looking around quickly. "Please." She breathed.
I took a step back in astonishment. "Why?"
She sniffled, and mewed, "I have nowhere else to go. I have a den here, and I hunt here too. Please, I don't eat much. I just need to stay."
I looked around and shifted my paws. "Alright," I hissed, "But don't get caught."
She nodded, then inquired, "What's your name anyway?"
I watched her wearily, "Dustpelt," I answered quietly.
She had seemed to perk up. "I'm Jewel."
"What a pretty name," I accidentally said aloud, then I licked my chest in embarrassment. "You said you'd do anything?"
Her eyes gleamed. "Of course! Why? Do you need something?"
Oh, I need something...I thought wearily, feeling hypothetical sweat bead my forehead. I could almost feel my member perk up. My hormones began to kick in, and my nerves made a racket. I was scared she might hear them.
Apparently, she noticed something, because what she did next astonished me.
She blinked slowly and sexily. "I think I know what you need...and alright, I can provide it..." I felt my heart race, as if I could come at any second.
She approached slowly and soundlessly. She pressed herself against me, and I caught my breath, looking into her beautiful eyes. "Are you sure we should do this?" I whispered.
She smiled. "There's nothing wrong with it, we shouldn't worry; let's have fun."
I smiled back and licked her ear. I had had plenty of practice at that type of thing. I slowly pinned her down and began licking her cheeks and down her neck and chest. She moaned and whispered enticing things in my ear.
I lowered myself and entered her orally. She groaned and clenched the ground with her claws, tearing up dirt and grass. I lifted myself up, and she turned, offering her back. I smirked, and gladly mounted the sleek she-cat.
I climbed her back and set my legs on either side of hers, positioning myself easily. I let my self brush against her rear, and she moaned quietly. I smirked broader, and licked the back of her neck slowly, then clenched my jaws readily on her fur, getting ready for some movement.
She breathed, "Just do it already." I laughed uncertainly, and she joined in.
I started rocking into her slowly, and only going in a little, slowly progressing, getting faster and deeper. She moaned and screeched, and I felt her body quiver and shake beneath me, rocking in a steady rhythm with mine, with my heartbeat...
I howled to the sky, and she joined in. I felt her climax, and go limp underneath me. I hit her once more, then climaxed along with her again. We both fell limp, breathing heavily.
I stumbled off, and she stood, looking me in the eyes, and smiled softly, stepping towards me. "Let's do that again sometime," she meowed.
I bit my lip. "This was a mistake." I whispered, then found myself stumbling off blindly, gradually gaining speed. No, no, no no no. Tears stung my eyes and I thought of Sandstorm as I ran blindly through the forest.
I hit something hard.
A tree.
"OUCH!" I hollered, then took a step back, my vision clearing. I looked around, and recognized the spot to be the dirt-place. I sighed, and shifted my paws, my emotions racing, jumbling and tumbling over each other. What have I done?
I wondered what to do, if anything. I closed my eyes for a moment, and realized something:
What the fuck? Did it even fucking matter? Shouldn't I be able to mate with whoever I want without guilt? Fuck Sandstorm!
I stormed into camp, and realized that I was dripping come. Feeling my fur heat, I raced to the warriors den and looked at my nest, then padded over. I caught my breath, and spread my legs, and began to clean off the 'residue'.
After I finished up, I lay back and closed my eyes. Only halfway through the day and I'm already worn out...
R&R please! I worked a while on this. The next chapter probably won't be out for a while. I have other stuff to do. Middle school is hard, you know. Lol. (Okay, don't even ask why a middle school-er is writing this kind of stuff, I just do... :o)
