There are quite a few ways to wake up in the morning, and getting stepped on isn't one of them. Unfortunately for Berrypaw, that is exactly how she awoke the next day. She yelped and leaped to her paws, whirling around to see Icepaw's guilty expression.
"I'm sorry, Berrypaw," the tortoiseshell mewed in apology, "It was an accident."
Berrypaw huffed, pitying her poor tail, but chose to forgive Icepaw anyway. Judging by the older apprentice's body-language alone, she could tell that it was indeed an accident. She opened her jaws to accept the apology, but was cut-off by a male voice.
"You'd better forgive her, or she'll be guilt-ridden all day," Ripplepaw meowed, coming to stand at Icepaw's side. It didn't weird Berrypaw out in the slightest, since it was considered strange for them not to be next to each other at all times.
"I was about to," she retorted, "before you interrupted."
Ripplepaw sniffed, not paying any mind to Berrypaw's tone. He instead chose to speak to Icepaw, "Come on, Smokefur and Orangedawn want to take us hunting. Time is prey."
Icepaw perked up a bit, and nodded to Berrypaw before leaving the den with her friend. The cream tabby realized that her own mentor would probably want her outside as well, and quickly followed them into the open. She was shocked by the bright sunlight, realizing that it was well past sunrise.
Darkwhisper was busy finishing up a mouse, licking her lips when Berrypaw rushed towards her.
"Why did you let me sleep in like that?!" she asked, wondering why her mentor seemed so calm about the matter. The black she-cat sighed, stretching before standing up.
"It is an apprentice's job to wake themselves, not to count on others to do it for them," Darkwhisper mewed, her gaze as leveled and firm as always. But her eyes softened, and she added, "Besides, last night was your first Gathering. I knew you'd be tired."
Those words made Berrypaw completely forget that she was upset. Now, she was just dumbfounded, unable to do anything but blink at the older cat in astonishment.
'She let me sleep in,' she slowly realized, 'because she cares about my welfare?'
Darkwhisper shifted, appearing uncomfortable with all the staring, and averted her eyes, "Listen, I have something to take care of, so I won't be able to train you today. Blackhawk agreed to be your temporary mentor for the day, so you'll be with him."
"O-oh, got it," Berrypaw replied, finally getting her voice back. Her mentor seemed to be satisfied with that, and began to walk towards the exit of camp. As she left, Berrypaw noticed a strange scent lingering behind. It wasn't the usual cocktail of dust and moisture that clung to Darkwhisper's pelt, as there was a strange, subtle musky-sweetness that caught her attention. She tilted her head, wondering why the cat smelled so odd.
But she wasn't able to dwell on it much longer, which she realized once she heard Blackhawk calling her. With little hesitation, she trotted over to him.
"Finally," Blackhawk meowed, "let's get going. The others are waiting."
Berrypaw's mood brightened at the prospect of training. Whether it was fighting, hunting, or mating; she loved the exhilaration that came with training as a LustClan cat. She happily padded beside Blackhawk as he lead her through the forest. The tom didn't seem too annoyed, and Berrypaw swore that his whiskers twitched with amusement.
"See, Sparkshade? I told you they'd come!" Snowpaw mewed, her eyes shining as usual. The ginger tom beside her didn't seem like he wanted to counter, and chose to sigh and agree that she was right.
"Yes, yes, I'm a fool, aren't I?" Sparkshade mewed, as if speaking to a kit. It was probably from spending every free moment with Mistkit. Regardless, Snowpaw didn't seem to notice the manner of speech. That alone bothered Berrypaw, as she realized that her sister was reminiscent to the mouse-brained Mothpaw.
Blackhawk sniffed, "Let's get to it, shall we?"
"What are we doing today?" Berrypaw asked, simultaneously wondering why Raccoonclaw wasn't present. But she could just question her sister about it later.
"Mating," Blackhawk stated bluntly. He likely did so on purpose, seeing as how he mrrow-ed when Sparkshade sputtered and blushed, telling the black tom to "not be so frank".
It was pretty funny.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, prude," the darker warrior meowed. He didn't give Sparkshade the opportunity to counter before continuing, "Alright apprentices get into your crouches."
Obeying, Berrypaw turned away and lowered her body to the ground. She had learned a lot in the past quarter-moon, slowly beginning to perfect her mating crouch with Darkwhisper's guidance. Legs spread? Check. Tail moved? Check. Rear up? Check.
She was rewarded by Blackhawk's appreciative gaze, and remained still as the tom gave her cunt a sniff. A purr broke out in Blackhawk's throat, "You'll be having your first heat soon."
Sparkshade agreed, sniffing at Snowpaw, "Both of you will."
Berrypaw's head filled with confusion. She'd heard that word a couple times, but no one ever explained it to her. Mistpaw had mentioned it to be horrible, and Berrypaw was worried about what "heat" truly meant. The older apprentice didn't seem injured, but she had been quite snappy for a while, which was something very strange for the sweet-hearted cat.
It was Snowpaw who questioned it first, "What's a heat?"
That seemed to baffle Blackhawk, "What? You don't know what a heat is? Geez, your mentors really kept you in the dark, huh?"
"They would have told us eventually," Berrypaw mewed in defense, though she wasn't certain that that was the truth. She wasn't telling that to Blackhawk, of course.
"Yes, and hedgehogs fly," the tom meowed sarcastically, "You should have known by now. Especially since the heat season is approaching."
Berrypaw was more than willing to turn the conversation into an argument, but when she opened her jaws, a mewl came out instead of words. She shuddered with a rush of pleasure as Blackhawk dragged his tongue over her entrance. The warm, wet sensation alone had her lower lips trembling.
"See? Your body is preparing," Blackhawk meowed, continuing to eating her out. Berrypaw merely moaned in response. Who knew he'd be so good at oral?
Snowpaw had begun to express her pleasure as well, as Sparkshade generously serviced her. The two she-cats were now at the mercy of the warriors' tongues, and they loved it. The feeling of their pussies being toyed with was wondrous, causing them to squeak and mewl to their hearts' content.
"You see," Blackhawk began to say. The vibration of his voice was almost too much, and Berrypaw wanted to remind him to not speak with his mouth full, but she opted to moan instead. "Heat season only comes once every four seasons; at the end of green-leaf, and to the beginning of leaf-fall. Every she-cat around becomes extremely fertile, and that means a lot of horny cats," he meowed.
Sparkshade took over, allowing Snowpaw to suffer as Berrypaw had, "It also means toms will have less control, so be careful. You'll have to be cautious, unless you want to be queens before you're warriors."
"Understand?" Blackhawk asked, flicking his tongue over Berrypaw's clit. The apprentice cried out, pushing her hips against the tom's face and moaning that she understood. Despite only being played with for a few minutes, she was already on the brink of a climax.
'Just a little more,' she begged mentally, beginning to feel her hind legs twitch. Just before she could come, Blackhawk pulled away from her. Being denied the absolute ecstasy that she craved was maddening enough to make her cry. She growled in frustration, prepared to demand that Blackhawk let her come. Her mouth was ready to go when a heavy weight settled on her back.
"H-huh?" she mewed, attempting to look back at her temporary mentor. But a firm grasp on her scruff stopped her from doing so. Her eyes moved instead, seeing that Snowpaw was being mounted as well, and was perfectly calm as Sparkshade adjusted his position. The sight made Berrypaw will herself to relax as well, realizing that whatever was happening was normal.
That didn't stop her from tensing up when a foreign object prodded at her core. Her tail would have surely moved to shield her intimate parts if it weren't for Blackhawk being in the way.
"Relax," the dark tom meowed, his voice muffled by the fur in his mouth, "You've never been with a tom before, huh?"
"N-no."
Her cheeks puffed out in indignation when she both heard and felt him chuckle into her scruff.
"It'll sting a bit, but you'll be fine," Blackhawk mewed. Only a heartbeat later, Berrypaw shrieked when the tom pushed himself inside of her.
Snowpaw seemed to be enjoying her session, mewing in pleasure as Sparkshade indulged in her. Of course, Berrypaw understood that her sister had much more experience with Raccoonclaw as a mentor, but it still wasn't fair. Not in her mind at least. She loathed the feeling of sharp barbs scrapping at her soft walls. At least Blackhawk had the decency to warn her, but it still hurt!
She was given a few moments to adjust to his size before the thrusts began. Berrypaw winced at first, but noticed that the barbs gave her a warm, raw sensation. Gradually, she started to recognize the feeling of pleasure, and allowed herself to moan.
"Hah, hah, ah…it feels good," she panted, rocking her hips to meet Blackhawk's thrusts. Her pussy clenched up around his thick cock, feeling every vein and throb he had to offer.
The warrior grunted, "You're tight…it's great."
Berrypaw whimpered as Blackhawk began to pump his hips faster, and she felt her clit twitch joyfully. The orgasm that she'd been so close to earlier was building back up, and she was desperate to let it consume her. She pushed backwards, allowing her partner to reach deep inside of her. Blackhawk certainly seemed to like this, as he gripped her scruff harder and pumped with all his might.
Their pants and grunts wove together, filling the air as they sank into their own world. Even though Snowpaw and Sparkshade were only a tail-length away, it was as if they were completely alone, left to drown in a lustful bliss. In Berrypaw's opinion, it was the best feeling in the world.
"Ah…hnng…Berrypaw, I'm going to come," Blackhawk breathed, thrusting frantically towards his release. Berrypaw could only mewl in response, her claws baring and scratching at the ground in an attempt to cope with the immense pleasure that she was experiencing.
Blackhawk abruptly halted his thrusting, pressing himself as far into Berrypaw as he could manage. A shudder rippled through the tom's body, and he came with a grunt.
Berrypaw moaned loudly before meeting the same fate, feeling her walls convulse and squeeze around Blackhawk's member. She wasn't sure if she adored the added heat of semen, but it wasn't awful in the least bit.
The two cats became limp, soaking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Berrypaw tolerated the full weight of the warrior for a few moments, calming her breathing. Once she'd had enough, however, she growled to get the message through. Blackhawk seemed to get it, and slipped out of her before dismounting. The tom then proceeded to lick the back of Berrypaw's neck with a purr.
"You did well," he meowed in praise. He then turned to Sparkshade, who was busy cleaning himself, and asked, "Ready to head back?"
"You go ahead, I think Snowpaw needs a bit more time before she can walk," the ginger tom replied, gesturing towards the pale apprentice with his tail.
Blackhawk nodded and looked back at Berrypaw, "Are you ready to go back to camp?"
The creamy cat slowly got to her paws, and figured that she would be fine, despite the bit of dizziness and trembling, "Yeah."
"Alright then, come on," Blackhawk meowed, turning to lead the way. Berrypaw gave her sister a quick "see you later" before trailing after him. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had yet to eat all day. She licked her lips at the thought of a juicy piece of prey.
The walk wasn't long, thankfully, and Berrypaw was happy to trot towards the fresh-kill pile and pluck up a semi-plump squirrel. She took notice to the signal given by Pantherpaw, and walked over to settle beside her fellow apprentices.
Just like earlier, Ripplepaw and Icepaw were joined at the hip, sharing a hare while quietly conversing. Berrypaw would be surprised if they didn't end up as mates one day.
"Jeez, Jayflight needs to lay off the battle training sometimes, my back is aching from when Pebblepaw pinned me," Ivypaw groaned, flopping to her side and earning an eye-roll from Mistpaw.
Pebblepaw shrunk back, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough."
"Don't apologize, Pebblepaw, she's just exaggerating," Pantherpaw meowed, casting a look towards Ivypaw.
Berrypaw continued eating her squirrel as an argument ensued, which would likely end with Sootpaw yelling at them to stop. She glanced up when she saw a couple cats re-entering camp. For a moment, she thought that it was Snowpaw and Sparkshade, but that was quickly proven wrong when the noticed their pelts.
It was Raccoonclaw and Foxheart, both striding into camp with an air of accomplishment around them. The two brothers separated, with Foxheart heading towards Reedfur and Sunfire, while Raccoonclaw picked up a piece of prey. Then a third cat entered, and Berrypaw nearly gasped.
Darkwhisper limped into camp with her head low. It was clear that she was trying to walk regularly, as if nothing was wrong, but her left hindleg didn't want to cooperate. If anyone noticed, they acted as though they hadn't. The black she-cat didn't look up or speak top anyone; just padded into the warriors den and entered with no hesitation.
Concern sparked inside of Berrypaw, wondering what had happened to her mentor. Besides that, another thought entered her head.
'Why didn't those two notice her?'
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A/N: In all honesty, I think I might be turning Foxheart and Raccoonclaw into antagonists. NightmareTheFoxWitch, if that is not okay with you, please let me know.
This story is (obviously) the second part of A Clan of Desire, and I've decided that there will be a third part as well. It doesn't have a name yet, since we are nowhere near done with this one. I just wanted to let you guys know, m'kay?
I suppose I'm still open to a few more OCs. I'll probably need them later.
UPDATE: I need suggestions for two of Silverfrost's kits! I already have one, but I need your help for the other two! I need one tom and one she-cat.
Later, my lovelies!
~ Tina