Icefall stroked his thin, pink, sandpapery tongue through his black pelt, pulling the fur toward him as he removed the last traces of intimacy. Mating with the she-cat had been… strangely unsatisfying, to say the least.
Pleased with his work, the large, handsome tom got to his paws, blinking the drowsy haze from his dark blue eyes. With a shake of his head, he rejoined the small patrol as they headed back to camp. Icefall was pleased to see Willowdawn with a large, plump bird her jaws. Despite her catch, and the fact the bird has small, soft looking dark and light brown feathers, the pure white she-cat looked sad. She kept her stormy, dark eyes on her paws as they walked. Icefall's heart pinged with sadness as a shiver passed through him. Occasionally, his kithood friends beatiful orange eyes flickered with a hint of…. betrayal?
In no time at all, the small patrol squeezed through the gorse tunnel. Stray thorns lightly snagged Icefalls pelt as the tight passaged hugged him before he emerged into camp. The large tom dropped his prey on the fresh kill pile as his ear twitched, catching the sound of paw steps coming towards him. Lifting his head, the large, black tom was greeted by a gray pelt that could only belong to Cinderleaf.
Icefall was concerned, her lavender eyes were devoid of their usual warmth as she neared him. He took a few paces toward her, meeting her half way.
"So….," The she-cat began lightly, a note of suspicion in her tone, "You and Mistshade?"
The tom blinked, confused by the hurt in her voice, "Err, no…" He began, feeling like an apprentice being lightly scolded, "we're not togeather." He clarified.
Cinderleaf blinked, seeming bewildered by his response as she waved her tail toward Mistshade. The slutty she-cat was chatting with Thistleshine, lightly brushing against his pelt as she did.
"She's been wafting the evidence all over camp." The she-cat informed him and Icefall could hear the eye roll in her dry, unimpressed tone.
The large tom stiffening, feeling the fur on his shoulders bristle as sent the dark she-cat a heated glare through narrowed dark blue eyes. A growl bubbled in his throat. Of course she would conveniently 'forget' to clean herself, thus rubbing the scent of him and sex in everyone's faces. He let out a light growl under his breath as Mistshade either didn't notice or simply ignored him.
A heartbeat later, she walked past with Thistleshine, tails intertwined as they padded behind the warriors den.
He looked at Cinderleaf as she laughed, "Careful, that glare of yours could melt glaciers." She teased.
'I'm so mouse-brained.' Icefall thought, fur laying flat as his tail swayed.
"It was a one-time thing." He said, both as a way of assuring her and himself it wouldn't happen again. The shame and embarrassment was clear in his tone.
Cinderleaf narrowed her eyes before looking away, dark gray front paw swirling lightly in the dirt as she seemed to think something over before facing him, "D-Do you do that a lot?" She asked and Icefall was confused by the slight hesitancy in her tone.
"Do what?" He tilted his head to the side and Cinderleaf wished she didn't find it adorable and it didn't make her heart beat just a little faster.
"One-time things."
Icefall felt warmth flash through him as he realized just how that made him sound. He stiffened, seemingly unable to met her eyes.
"Err….no." His tail tip flicked anxiously, "Only a couple times."
"I see…." Cinderleaf giggled slightly as her gazed fixed on something, eyes gleaming mischievously, "was mating with her satisfying."
"N-No." He admitted, stuttering as he wondered just what she was getting at.
"I can tell." She smirked at the spot of pink as his sheath throbbed, her jaws watered and she swallowed, thankful the embarrassed tom refused to meet her gaze.
"Would like my help with that?" Her tail ran teasingly along the length of her his sheath before flicking the barely unsheathed cock, being rewarded with a gasp as wide dark blue eyes met lavender. The she-cat felt a cold shiver down her back at the lust and hunger clearly displayed there.
"N-No…." The tom said in a way that told Cinderleaf he couldn't collect his jumbled thoughts, he looked surprised before speaking once more, breathy tone gone.
"I need a break." He pretended not to notice the way those lavender eyes gleamed darkly in disappointment.
Icefall did need a break, that much was true. Plus, he felt like he didn't deserve it…. not when he was the reason Willowdawn was upset. Little Icy, however, seemed to disagree, plusing demandingly from his sheath.
The ashamed, embarrassed tom wanted nothing more than to retreat to the warriors den to wallow in his sorrows, but as luck would have it, Hawkstar's call rang through camp. Icefall resisted the urge to pin his ears back as he turned, walking toward the gathering cats with Cinderleaf close behind.
He was disappointed that Willowdawn purposefully choose to sit between Brightmoon and Darkthorn. Cinderleaf pressed her pelt to his, as if she sensed his melancholy. The small action brough him some comfort and he purred softly in thanks.
"This is an important moment for every Clan." Hawkstar's voice rang strongly and powerfully though the camp. The dark brown tom sat a top the large, smooth boulder in a flat, subtle dip, worn down by countless seasons of leaders, tail curled neatly over his paws and eyes bright with power.
"Naming a new warrior not builds our strength but also guarantees our future." His dark blue eyes fixed firmly on a black tom with gray splotches.
"Cloudpaw, step forward." The young tom did just that, head held high and orange eyes gleaming.
The ceremony when on and the new warrior was named Cloudpatch. The tom licked Hawkstar's shoulder and turned to the Clan as they chanted his new name, lifting his chin proudly, eyes bright with excitement and tail swaying.
Icefall caught sight of Brightmoon, a large smile on her face as her pale green eyes gleamed with barely concealed….lust? The black she-cat suddenly jumped from her spot and rushed up to lick his muzzle, cheeks rubbing as their flanks brushed.
The large, black tom noticed some cats gathered closer to Silverfall and his eyes widened as he spotted Dapplefern amongst them. The normally shy, reserved dark brown tom had his tail around Petalstream's back as the she-cat's head rested on his shoulder, pale blue eyes shinning with love.
He blinked in shock before rough, hash panting caught his attention and his paws lead him near the warriors den. His breath caught in his throat as he stayed hidden behind it, eyes glued tom the sight of Willowdawn and Cinderleaf passionate mating. The pure white she-cat's eyes blazed with dominance.
His heart beat hard and fast, sheath throbbing as ragged, breathy gasps of, "I'm sorry, Willowstar" met his ears. Willowdawn grinded roughly against Cinderleaf, moving her hips in tight, hard circles and soon both she-cat's arched against each other as they came hard.
Icefall walked away, pretending he didn't see anything as he licked his chest. After a few, all to brief, heartbeats, he heard pawsteps coming toward him and turned to see Willowdawn.
"Icefall," She purred softly, a knowing gleam in her eyes, "would you mind taking a walk with me?"