p style="margin: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14.3520002365112px;"The moon was high in the sky by this time, most of the medicine cat's clanmates were sleeping soundly, otherwise they were on patrol. Briarlight slept in the far corner of the den, that's where the cripples go. Jayfeather lied in his nest, a stick inbetween his paws. He found another stick. It was covered in clawmarks and was almost completley clean. It was found like this, and the medicine cat was perplexed by it. Why did it have clawmarks? Why wasn't there mud or anything on it? Such a stick was glorious, the perfect waifu. Jayfeather's flanks rose and fell slowly as he breathed. Suddenly the stick rolled from his paws and out of the nest. The tabby woke up with a jolt as if he knew the stick had moved. 'Baby, what's wrong?' He asked the stick. The stick said nothing. Jayfeather remained silent as he used a forepaw to roll the stick back towards himself. He let out a loud yawn, but he didn't want to go back to sleep. Something else has been bothering him. What was the appeal of cats mating? A male cat's dick is barbed, that would surely hurt the she-cat. She-cats also get pregnant and go through the pain of childbirth. They also stay in the nursery for six moons and listen to the kit's whining. Seriously who would bother? I guess the male would because they don't get a barbed cock in their ass, or kits growing inside of them, or spending six moons in the nursery doing shit all. Being a medicine cat meant that he wouldn't be allowed to ever have a mate or kits, surely there is a loophole around this rule? Why was he thinking about this? Well, he was curious. And storywise if I didn't make up a fucking reason for this story to exist- there would be no story. Surely the tom would be able to get away with SOMETHING, it surely can't be two set of flawless rules, which were never broken. NOT EVEN ONCE, NOT EVEN BY HIS OWN MOTHER OR ANYTHING. Then it dawned on him, the stick. 'Yes' Jayfeather thought to himself. 'There are no rules stating that I must've shove a stick up my ass.' He was going to shove that stick, up his ass. Jayfeather grasped the stick between both his forepaws before rolling over onto his back, the stick still within his grip. Was he really going to do this? Curiosity killed the cat. He fiddled around for a moment before he finally managed to guide the stick up his ass, as if on cue the cripple began stirring in the cripple nest. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Jayfeather tried to remove the stick but like the clumsy blind fuck he is, managed to drive it in a bit deeper. 'Jayfeather, what are you doing?" Briarlight asked blinking sleep from her eyes not really sure what was happening. Not even the angriest of step-fathers could manage such an enraged look. 'Jayfeather, what the actual fuck!?'/p
p style="margin: 10px 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14.3520002365112px;"Days later, the two of them didn't speak, nor even look at eachother. Jayfeather got rid of the stick, that must never happen again. He probably has splinters up his ass now. When Lionblaze asked you why the two of you didn't speak for such long periods of time, you just told him that you had no idea. The cripple is probably scarred for life and is probably now crying in her clingy mother's arms. Jayfeather couldn't feel any more embarrassed./p