Hello Feline Friends

Violetwing shuddered and pressed against him, bursting into tears.

As soon as they entered his den, Treewhisker pulled Violetwing close to him, beginning to cover her in loving licks. “Violetwing...” He mewed softly, his voice laced with concern for his mate, the tom shuddering against her with anxiety for her.

Violetwing followed after her mate after one last glare at Nightclaw’s unconscious form.

“Nightclaw is hereby banished permanently. When he comes to,” Treewhisker finally mewed, “Nightclaw will have until the next sunset to leave our territory for good.  If he is still on the territory at that point, we will drive him out with force.”  The tom turned with a swish of his tail, looking back at Violetwing to try and get her to follow him to his den.

Violetwing stared silently at her mate, curling her claws into the ground.

If there were any cats who doubted Violetwing’s story, they didn’t make themselves heard, and the general attitude of those in the camp was one of outrage. Pretty much every cat had noticed how desperate Nightclaw was in his lust for Treestar’s mate.

Treewhisker himself soon noticed that the eyes of almost every cat in the clan were on him, expecting him to say or do something. is this some sort of test? On one hand, if he was too severe he risked alienating his clanmates. If he was too gentle he would hurt Violetwing and his own psyche. The Tom sat silently for a moment, considering his options.

She looked around the clearing with a scowl, as if daring anyone to call her a liar.

Treewhisker’s eyes widened, and the clearing burst into shocked chatter, the tom unsure of how to react to what Violetwing said so quickly.

“He raped me,” she spat, “and threatened to rape Hazelpaw if I didn’t go along with it.” She gave a rather vicious smile. “He didn’t expect me to attack the moment he let go, though.”

Treewhisker trotted up to Violetwing, concerned. “Violetwing,” He mewed, “what happened?”

Violetwing dumped Nightclaw unceremoniously in the middle of the clearing, sending his unconscious form a venomous, hate-filled glare.

Treewhisker was pacing around the camp uneasily when he spotted Violetwing, joy flowing through him initially before confusing overtook it. Is she dragging Nightclaw?

Nodding in satisfaction, Violetwing grabbed him by the scruff and started to drag him back to camp.

The black tom laid limp beneath Violetwing for some time, seemingly not responding at all to her rubbing his chest. Finally, however, the tom sputtered, then coughed up the water in his lungs, gasping for air but not opening his eyes.

Violetwing held him underneath the water until he fell unconscious, at which point she pulled him out of the river and rubbed his chest to make him cough up the water so that he wouldn’t drown.

Nightclaw gurgled inaudibly beneath the running river water as Violetwing held him down, the Tom’s struggles weakening by the second.

Violetwing held him down, raking her claws along his side. She wasn’t going to kill him, but knocking him unconscious was a high probability.

Nightclaw’s startled yowl was muffled as the Tom’s head plunged under the water, the male not having expected such a quick and fierce reaction from Violetwing.

Violetwing swiftly turned around and lunged forward, bowling over the tom and biting down on his shoulder.

Nightclaw soon did just that, hopping off of Violetwing’s back and beginning to wade back through the fairly deep water.

Violetwing clenched her jaw angrily but managed to force out, “I love you, Nightclaw,” in a strained voice, wishing desperately for him to get off so she could kill him.

Nightclaw has his ears pinned back and his eyes closed in bliss, purring softly as he jumped her a few more times even after he finished climaxing inside her. “Great Starclan, that was good…” the tom leaned over Violetwing and began to groom the top of her head. “Say it, Violetwing,” mewed the tom, knowing she knew exactly what he wanted and what would happen if she resisted.

Violetwing hissed and snarled, feeling ill as she felt his warm cum fill her up.

“How sure are you of that?” The tom purred sensually, rocking his hips into hers only a few more times before he felt his legs nearly give out from beneath him in pleasure, the Tom reaching his climax inside Violetwing.

“I will never raise kits with you!” She spat, struggling ferociously against him.