The next day found the tom no closer to making his decision, eyes shadowed and tail curled as he thought. On one paw, he couldn't picture leaving his siblings behind and worse…..possibly becoming their enemy. The tom shuddered at the thought, blood running cold. His siblings were the best a cat could ask for. And the idea of leaving his birth Clan just seemed…..wrong.
On the other paw, he knew he'd get the cold shoulder of all the cats that joined Silverfall. Which wasn't good as Silverfall could sway Hawkstar into believing some pretty nasty stuff about him. Plus, he'd be bound to normal Clan life…. meaning even if he wanted to mate, he'd have to wait untill a she-cat found him suitable. Which was a shame considering the large tom had quite the sex drive!
An ear flicked as the handsome tom caught the faint sound of …. moaning? The black toms pelt tingled as his paws led him near the warriors den. A large tom was on top of a smaller she-cat, large front paws firmly on her shoulders, their pelts halfway in the shadows as the toms tail flicked, eyes gleaming. The she-cats chest brushed the ground as her tail lashed in pleasure, purring loudly as the strong, dominant tom held her scuff in a tight, vice-like grip. Silverfall watched the large tom jerked back on her scruff as he thrusted in roughly, hips pressing tight against his partners.
Dark blue eyes traced over the toms pelt, rippling with the subtle movements of his muscles. It looked rough, almost like a cats tongue. Arousal tingled down his spine, sheath tingling and growing warm between his legs as the she-cat let out thin, weak mewls as if she could barely muster the strength.
Icefall settled himself in the shadow of the den, eyes gleaming as he openly watched the mating couple, tail curled loosely over his paws. The she-cats thin, quiet mewls drifted toward him like a soft song. The large, handsome, black tom was so engrossed in the scene before him that he didn't notice a cat creeping toward him, crouched low and eyes focused, paw steps soft and light as if they were stalking prey.
The toms eyes widened as he let out a silent cry, tumbling to the ground with the other cat in a heap of fur.
A giggle met his ears and he send a half hearted glare to the she-cat as both cats got to their paws. Willowdawn's eyes glittered with amusement.
"Silverfall wants us on a hunting patrol." The white she-cat informed him cheerfully, orange eyes bright with excitement. Her tail brushed his shoulder as both made their way toward a small group by the entrance. Icefall could tell the she-cat was resisting the urge to scamper ahead like an excited kit.
The patrol was small, with only four cats, not including him: Shadowstorm, Mistshade,Shadepaw and, of course, Willowdawn. The large white tom turned, his broad shoulders parting the gorse tunnel as he led the patrol from camp into the lush, bright green forest beyond.
Dark blue eyes drank in the she-cats bodies as their shiny, freshly groomed pelts rippled subtly with every step. Icefall knew how to appreciate a good looking she-cat and all three were just that, although Mistshade had a bit of an unusual personality that was a turn off.
"Is there a specific type of prey you're hoping to catch?" He asked as he came up beside Willowdawn, shoulder almost brushing hers. Her eyes still held an excited glow.
"A bird," The cheerful responded, "I don't care what kind, just as long as the feathers are nice and soft." A warm purr rumbled in her chest as her tail tip twitched.
The large, handsome tom smirked slightly at the mental picture of his friend carrying a plump, juicy bird, eyes shining with pride. Not only were they her favorite food, but she had quite a soft spot for kits, giving them the feathers to play with and to use in their nests.
Suddenly, the she-cat bounded away. Icefall noticed Shadowstorm's surprised looked as she passed, shaking his head as the snowy white she-cat disappeared into the thick, lush undergrowth.
Icefall trudged along, eyes down as his head swirled with thoughts of the 'new Clan'.
"Are you going to join Silverfall's new Clan?" A cheerful voice asked.
The tom startled briefly, turning his head to the small she-cat beside him. Her mismatched eyes were bright with interest.
"Um….I haven't decided yet." He said, a note of confusion in his voice. The excited apprentice seemed to come out of nowhere.
"You should!" Shadepaw declared and Icefall got the feeling she knew something he didn't.
"It'll be fun!"
"H-Has he asked you and Mistshade too?" The black tom asked, trying to gauge how serious the deputy was about this.
"Yes!" The dark gray she-cat said as she added something under her breath that sounded like, "that's how I know it'll be fun."
The tom felt his ears go back as his eyes narrowed.
"So….why aren't you sure?"
"Well, I…" The tom trailed off, suddenly feeling like a silly kit fretting over nothing, "I don't want to be LightningClan's enemy."
Shadepaw looked at him as if he'd grown another head.
"Who says we would be?" The she-cat chirped, "The new Clan would come from LightningClan. Our heritage won't just suddenly disappear. You'd still have some relationship with Sleetwhisker and Mintpool."
Icefall hummed, looking ahead as he mulled over the she-cats words. She was surprisingly wise for an apprentice. A small, proud smirk appeared off Shadepaw's muzzle as she went ahead.
Dark blue eyes watched as the she-cats hips swayed, although she seemed aware she was doing it.
EchoClan above, The tom thought, what has Mistshade been teaching her?
"I thought she never leave." A voice behind him said as Mistshade pushed from the undergrowth. The faint scent of heat rolled her pelt as her green eyes gleamed lustfully. She moved in a way that showed off her luscious body, it was a wonder she hadn't ended up in the nursery yet.
"Echostep told me all about how fun you are, Icefall." She stopped, shifting so a tempting sliver of her pussy was viable. "I'd like to experience that for myself." Her voice dripped with sweetness as she turned away, tail risen to show her tight, softly glistening pussy.
She purred as Icefall pounced on her.
