im back,,, a little later than wanted but school lmfao
anyways ;w;! tyty to
Crimsonapple of MarbleClan
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for the reviews! definitely encouraging to write more ^^
also im gona uhhh speed up cat pregnancy symptoms for plot sake
onto the fic!
Morning ; 7:24 AM
Previously...
"As you guys know, Harry, who goes by 'Sol' now," The siamese started, her voice having an odd twinge to it at the end, "- has returned, and he brought another cat with him, which I mentioned last night, if you all aren't too mouse-brained to remember."
She light-heartedly teased, before turning towards Holly, who was very visibly tense and struggling to relax.
"This is Holly, she'll be a new addition to our group."
Holly nervously glanced around, catching the gaze of a few different cats, a select two catching her interest. Her tail gave a semi-friendly flick, debating on whether or not to introduce herself further than Pip already had.
Taking in a shaky breath, she let out a meek, "Hello, I guess?", her jade eyes shifting to the dirt-coated floor. A few cats gave their friendly hellos, most more curious about Sol's return rather than the new embodiment.
Her mate brushed his pelt against her own before leaving her side in order to greet his former alliances. The she-cat stood alone for a mere few seconds, before the two pelts she'd caught interest of earlier came bustling towards her, catching her off guard for a second.
Holly's eyes shifted between the two, one a grey and white tom, and the other, a black and brown she-cat who seemed to be just slightly round with kits. Her ears flattened as she gave a soft smile.
The grey and white tom gave a slight laugh, "Not much of a talker, I guess? I'm Vincent." His green eyes shifted to the expecting femme beside him, "- and this is Luna."
Holly let out a nervous chuckle, her tail swishing, "Hey." She said simply, her tone still on-edge. Vincent paid no mind to it, instead, he brushed his tail against the fur of her cheek, the she-cat's body immediately stiffening at the interaction.
"You're cute." The tom stifled a chuckle, his gaze temporarily landing on Luna, who seemed to be annoyed.
"Can you ever not flirt with every cat you come across? I swear, Vincent." Luna seethed, "Can't you tell the poor she-cat's clearly not interested?"
Holly gave a nervous shift between the two, standing on the tips of her paws with her ears flattened. She looked around for Sol, who was unfortunately talking with Pip and some orange tom.
Vincent gave a slight roll of his eyes, paying no mind to Luna's spat, "Don't mind her, she's just moody because she's tired of waiting for her kits to be born." He laughed, lashing his tail at Luna, who gave a hiss in response and left Holly alone with Vincent.
Holly felt her fur stand on edge as she looked at the tom before her, he was about the same size as Sol, perhaps a bit smaller. In a way, he reminded her of her friend Mousewhisker from her former clan, in fact, he almost looked scarily identical.
"So, where did this pretty face come from? You don't smell like you're from around here." The mottled grey and white tom asked, moving to brush up beside her and sit down, beckoning for her to as well.
The she-cat shuffled her paws and moved a bit away, occasionally slipping a glance to her mate, who didn't seem to have any idea of the situation. Her jade eyes narrowed accusingly back at the tom.
"If you're trying to flirt with me, I'd suggest not." Holly said simply, avoiding the question from before. She really didn't want to think about her home right now.
Vincent didn't seem affected by the accusation, however- acting as if her words meant nothing more than thin air. His tail lashed before sliding itself up her neck, in which the she-cat instinctively dodged and avoided, letting out a hiss that attracted the attention of the few cats in the area.
It was the calm before the storm, the odd silence lasting a mere few seconds as they stared at the two's small spat, before Sol came stalking over, shoving his body between the two and focusing his cold gaze on Vincent.
Holly's heart thumped rapidly as she took a few steps back, her fur bristled and her paws in a position to flee if needed. The two toms' tails were lashing aggressively, both their bodies in a position to fight, but neither made the first move.
The she-cat slowly gathered the courage to move towards her mate, rubbing her muzzle against his flank in a weak attempt to calm him. "- Sol? Please back away, it's fine. Vincent was ju-"
The tortoiseshell let out a hiss, his tail moving the tabby away, "Shut up!"
Holly didn't push it any further, instead she just obediently moved back and flattened her ears, stepping far away from the two toms who looked as if they were going to claw at each other's throats any second now.
The air was tense enough to choke a cat, no one daring to move a whisker until Pip eventually mustered up the strength to shove herself between the two toms aggressively.
"Would you two cut it out? You guys are acting like a bunch of kits! Vincent, go." Pip hissed, her voice threatening as she gave a light shove on Vincent's chest, who didn't budge.
Sol's hard glare could practically cut through anything by this point, his claws unsheathed to their full extent before he finally spoke,
"Would you mind explaining why you had your grimy paws on my mate?" He spat, "Don't you have any common sense? You don't touch what belongs to me."
After Vincent lowered his gaze and eventually stalked off, Sol turned back to Holly lividly and gripped her scruff, dragging her away from the situation and curling up with her on a comfortable stack of hay.
His gaze swept across all the other cats in a threatening way, who quickly went back to whatever they were doing beforehand. The tom let out a soft grumble as he started to groom the she-cat, who was still shaky with fear. His nose wrinkled up a bit as he very faintly caught the scent of Vincent on her, instead opting to rub his scent on her instead - because clearly it wasn't enough earlier.
After a while, the previous talk of the spar had died down, the tension completely fading as small chatter filled the room. Holly was fully asleep by now, Sol curled possessively around her, all while keeping his eye on Vincent. A few of the cats had gone back to their designated area, only Pip, Penny, and Vincent remaining.
A gentle shift mixed with a slight whimper broke Sol from his trance as he turned towards his mate, who was slowly waking up. His heart warmed a bit as he leaned down and gave a soft lick on her forehead, sending her straight back into her previous slumber.
The tom's muzzle twitched as he sniffed her, her scent having a bit of an odd twinge to it- but he couldn't put a dot on it. It didn't smell like she was sick or anything, but it still made his stomach twist with worry. Looking up, he glanced at Pip, who was curled around a sleeping Penny.
"Hey, Pip?" He called, his voice seeming a bit nervous, "Do you know where Jerky is? I need him for a second."
Pip peered up tiredly and gave a concerned look at the two of them,
"Is everything okay? I'll go get him." The she-cat said quickly, before grabbing Penny's scruff and bringing the kit along with her, leaving to find Jerky.
A few moments passed before a dark brown tom came into sight, cautiously moving towards Sol and Holly. He looked tired, as if he was woken up abruptly, though he didn't look annoyed- instead, he looked concerned.
Holly was gently awoken from by a few nudges into her side, a soft whine escaping her maw as she curled up a bit more, paying no mind to the situation around her. Jerky conversed a few words with Sol as he leaned down to sniff her, his eyes widening a bit at what seemed to be a familiar scent.
His brown fur shook a bit as he smiled at the two of them, nodding at Sol to fully wake up his mate, which she was very reluctant to. The femme's emerald eyes opened groggily as she looked at the unfamiliar tom, her paws itching at her to stretch out after being curled up for so long, but she didn't- waiting for whatever Jerky wanted to say to pass before she did so.
"Well-" Jerky started, a slight smile on his face, "It's not 100% official yet, but your scent is showing very early signs of pregnancy. Congratulations, you two!"
Holly felt her fur freeze and stand on edge, a choked sound coming up her throat as she glanced at Sol, deciding to try and muster up an expected excited expression for Jerky.
"O- Oh. That's great? Right, Sol?" She attempted a slight smile as she looked at Sol, then back at Jerky.
The brown tom gave a look at the two before taking a slight step back,
"I'll be back to give a checkup in a few weeks, but if you ever need anything, just come and find me!" He called nervously, before padding off and leaving the tense situation.
Sol watched him skid off before turning his head towards Holly, who was sprouting a sick and almost scared expression at the news. The she-cat gave a shaky breath in and turned her body away from Sol, her scent turning sour.
There was a few heartbeats of thick silence before Sol carefully started to groom his mate- who skillfully rejected the act of affection, instead bolting to her paws and sending an icy glare towards him.
"Leave me alone- I don't want to be anywhere near you right now!" Holly spat, her tail bushing up as she dipped her paw onto the dirt in front of her in order to run.
Her attempt was quickly put to an end as Sol bolted to his paws as well and roughly grabbed her scruff, tugging her back to the ground despite her rapid struggling, and held her with his weight. A hiss sounded as she kicked against him at first, but relaxed within seconds, giving into her instincts.
"Calm down." Sol said lowly, before rasping his tongue over her fur and smoothing the puffed up parts of it in attempt to sooth the tabby.
The fae's breaths were heavy as she eventually calmed down, squirming slightly against Sol's larger form uncomfortably. The tom let out a sigh as he reluctantly moved his weight, rising back up to his paws and shaking his fur out.
"We're going back to the nest." He said idly before gripping her scruff in his maw again, not waiting for a response- it being unlikely that he got one. She gave a slight noise of protest, but didn't bother to fight against it.
"I really wish you'd stop moving me around like a kit." The tabby muttered, but her comment went unheard as the tortoiseshell carried her back to their resting space.
A yawn passed her muzzle as she felt her eyes close shut, slowly starting to doze off again for another mid-morning nap. In a way, it shocked her about how much has happened- just in the past moonrise. However she'd rather not think about it, knowing that the clan was either looking for her, or happy about her absence.
A silent prayer to Starclan, rather left unheard, passed her mind before she fell back into a slumber, the slight shift of the nest being the last sense she experienced.
weak motivation, weak ending. this took like,,, well over a week to write YIKES.
but its out,,, i guess. not that happy w/ it but im not gonna rewrite a whole ass chapter and postpone it even more.
its like 4 am rn though so zzzzzz
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madi, out (for like,, 1-2 weeks probably)