Disclaimer: I don't own CATS!
Okay, I am so tired of writing all of this in first tense! I hope yall don't mind the fact that I'm suddenly changing it, in fact, I'm thinking of going back and making it all like this. Is that okay?
Please review, I know it's been a while sense I updated this or anything, I'm working again and I'm totally worn out after a long day of sterilizing lab equipment.
Misto sat bolt upright in bed, the sharp sound of the kittens' mowling cutting through the quiet den like a blade. His eyes were as round as saucers and streaked with red from the shock of suddenly being woken up.
He panted for a few seconds, taking in the dark den and holding his chest as he looked back and fourth, trying to get his barings. Sighing as he and rubbed his temples wearily, he let out a low groan as he realized whichever kitten it was wouldn't go back to sleep on it's own.
Lyplora lay in bed next to him, still deep in a peaceful sleep. The rise and fall of her chest and the slight movements she made made one wonder what she saw when asleep, what she dreamed of.
The kittens never woke her at night, her deafness allowing her to sleep through their cries.
She was beautiful asleep, her head tilted slightly upward and her eyes that seemed to barely remain closed made her appear as though she were at peace, as if serenity radiated from her.
Although it was an allusion, she always looked this way when she slept, even during her darkest nightmares, she seemed tranquil.
Mistoffelees leaned over and gently touched Lyplora's face, bringing his fingers down her cheekbone until he traced the outline of her lips.
Slowly he leaned over more and gently kissed her, pulling back and sighing before leaning down and kissing her again and again until her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his.
Her eyes held a cold terror for a moment, and Misto could tell by her expression Lyplora had been having a nightmare, probably the one where he died; she always looked most peaceful during the worst nightmares.
Seeing him she gasped and grabbed onto his neck, stiffling a wimper as she realized it was just a dream and he was right there.
Slowly, she sat up and Misto gently pulled her into another kiss, which always seemed to relax her whenever she awoke from a nightmare.
As he pulled away, Lyplora turned her eyes in the direction of the kitten's basket, seeing them stirring inside.
The sight made her lower her eyes and let out a sigh, this was the one thing... having to be woken up when the kittens were screaming, not being able to tell on her own that her kittens needed her during the night.
This was the one thing that made being who she was hurt.
The tribe treated her as a hero and she had many friends; occasionally she would receive unthoughtful comments, some cats still just couldn't help being awkward around her, but she could live with that.
But having to be woken up when the kittens needed her, to her it was almost heart wrenching, as if she wasn't a good enough mother.
She slowly got up and walked over to the kitten basket with a tired look on her face. When she got there she looked into it and half smiled, it was just Demitri being a little fussy.
She picked up the squirming kitten and it begun to yowl even louder until it picked up the scent of its' mother, and Lyplora begun to walk back and forth while rocking the kitten.
Misto sat on the edge of the bed gripping his knees and watching, regreting waking Lyplora as he saw the look of sadness on her face.
It was such a hard thing for Lyplora that, sometimes, he would just get up and take care of the kittens and not wake her, but he knew this bothered her even more.
Lyplora paced back and fourth, rocking the kitten up and down in her arms, her jaw trembling as she tried to push all other thoughts to the back of her mind. She just wanted to focus on this kitten, not on the fact that someone else had to wake her when they needed her in the night.
So she gazed into her kitten's face, fresh innocence that we all once had clung to it, it's tiny features perfect, it's mews so needy of its mother...
Demitri slowly started to calm down, Lyplora holding the kitten close to her chest and feeling a gently purr rise up in the kitten's throat, bringing a smile to her face.
Looking down into the tiny kittens face, it was hard not to wonder about the future, about how she would tell them about all she had been through. How could she tell her kittens she had killed Macavity, more or less tell the kittens about Macavity at all, without frightening them?
As she thought this, Misto approached her and put a paw on her shoulder, and she looked up into his smiling eyes.
The moon shone through a crack in the window, lighting her tired eyes and smile, making her seem almost celestial.
He put his arms around her as she walked back to the basket and gently put the kitten in it, watching as little Demetri settled down with her siblings and went to sleep.
Lyplora lowered her eyes tired as Misto spun her around and looked at her, nodding as he realized just how much all of this exhausted her.
Soon they were back in bed, Lyplora curled up on her side, struggling to fight off sleep, to not have to deal with the nightmares.
Once Misto knew she was sleeping, he hesitently leaned over again, placing one paw gently on her lips as he lowered his head down to her cheek, leaving a shimmering kiss there... the kiss of an magical tom that would ward off nightmares and bring pleasant dreams.
So whatch'all think? Is it decent? Like I said, it just got so tiring writing it in first tense, I think I'm going to undo that with the rest of the chapters.