Run Away Bravely (Stormwind)

“If you have kits again... what are we going to do?” Came Crowfeather’s mew, The Tom’s voice rife with worry.

Leafpool paused, looking back at the dark-furred tom. "Yes?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Knowing that they’d soon be in range of the Darkclan Camp, Crowfeather stopped walking, calling to the medicine cat. “Leafpool, wait a moment.”

Within a few minutes, the pair started to get closer to the island and safer territory. If Crowfeather was going to ask any of his questions, it would have to be then.

Crowfeather looked all around them, his head on a swivel once more once they left the protective walls of the old Windclan Camp. As he emerged from his pleasure daze he wanted to ask more and more questions of Leafpool, but he held his tongue.

Leafpool slowed down after a few minutes but kept her gaze focused forward, embarrassed and wanting to get back to the island as quickly as possible. They'd stayed out for quite a while and she was surprised to find that it was getting close to dusk.

Crowfeather followed quickly behind, surprised by the speed at which the She-cat was moving as they made their way out of Windclan’s dilapidated Camp.

Flicking her tail, Leafpool hurried out of the camp, pink underneath her fur.

(Nah, she’s dead. Crowfeather just didn’t think he’d ever have a mate again.)

Crowfeather gave Leafpool a slightly surprised look before returning the lick.

(I killed off Nightcloud at the beginning lol. Remember? I suppose she could still be alive if you wanted, though)

Blinking at him, Leafpool hesitates a moment before reaching out and planting a lick on his muzzle.

(Since about a minute ago in Crowfeather’s eyes. It’s not official! )

The tom purred and smirked knowingly at Leafpool, loving how she reacted to his teasing. “Next time, The Black furred make promised with a purr, before padding up to his side. Sure, he’d just cheated on Nightcloud, but he could hardly care less in that moment.

Leafpool gave a surprised squeak, looking back at the tom.

(They’re mates again? Since when?)

Crowfeather stretched forward as his mate stood up in front of him, planting a teasing kiss on her rear but off to the side of her actual tailhole.

Leafpool rolled over with a low groan, pushing herself into a sitting position and then to her paws. She ached all over, but in a good way.

Crowfeather Groaned quietly in protest, staying totally still above Leafpool for a few more heartbeats, as if he had no plan on moving. Eventually, however, the tom willed himself out of the She-cat’s embrace and stood up, his tail flicking as he stepped back so Leafpool could get up as well.

Leafpool eventually pulled away from the tom with a sigh, but as she was underneath him she was basically just removing her face from his fur. “We ought to get back.”

Crowfeather made no effort to get off of Leafpool or even pull his shrinking member out of her core, leaving himself buried inside her. When he ceased licking her shoulder, the tom just stared into her eyes for a little while, perfectly content with just looking at his lover as he snuggled with her.

Leafpool gave a quiet, rumbling purr, trying to enjoy it as long as she could before reality ruthlessly asserted itself as it was wont to do.

Crowfeather purred quietly as Leafpool pressed her face into his neck again, moving his licks down to the shoulder where he’d bitten her way harder than he’d meant to, making up for it by grooming that spot to get rid of the slight trickle of blood from where he’s broken the skin and fixing the fur as well.

Leafpool blinked up at him hazily as he licked at her muzzle, burying her face in his neck fur again.

Crowfeather eventually let go of her with his teeth, but kept his tail wrapped tightly around Leafpool, and made no move to get off of her, their limbs tangled together wonderfully as the pair basked in the afterglow together. Crowfeather remained silent aside from panting, Licking at the She-cat’s muzzle lovingly.

Leafpool made a few weak noises as she attempted to speak a couple of times before giving up, out of both breath and words.

Crowfeather huffed And panted into the She-cat’s shoulder fur. The tom hardly realized he’d bitten down enough to break the skin on Leafpool, and didn’t seem to notice it just yet either, still recovering from the intense climax to their passionate lovemaking.

Leaf pool shuddered, going limp beneath him but her paws still gripping his shoulders.

Crowfeather growled into Leafpool’s shoulder, biting territorially into the She-cat, claiming her as his as her core clenched tightly around his cock. The extra tightness made sloppy noises emit from the point where the pair of cats connected, and the tom shuddered softly as he felt her juices coat his cock and balls. Finally, the tom came as well, snarling into his mate’s shoulder fur as he filled her pussy with seed.