Everlasting Love (Stormwind)

Chuckling, the one-eyed male dragged Mossflower into their game, managing to chip the ball up into the air with his forepaw while yanking his mate in with his tail.

Before long, Oakpaw absentmindedly crossed the scent markers, making his way into unfamiliar territory but welcoming the feeling of being in a new place.

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Blossompaw batted the ball back at him.

(Works for me!)

Finally, Sterlingflight led his patrol back into camp, trotting off to report to Rainstar that nothing of note had been spotted on the patrol. Meanwhile, Duststorm brought out a moss ball, batting it around in front of his tired daughter to see if she felt like playing around until it was time for her to join with her mentor for the day.

Oakpaw wandered in the forest, the territory still fairly new to the bisexual, but male-preferring tom.

(So, I realized that it's unlikely that the rogue group wouldn't have had any kits during the time skip, so I made Mouse have River's kits, and I was thinking Splash have Cloud's and Ripple have Sun's?)

Blossompaw scurried after them, eager to not get left behind. Mossflower helped her daughter keep up.

Sterlingflight froze at the sudden noise before realizing it was only Blossompaw, taking in a deep breath as he made himself relax again. The male calico was obviously on edge with his rapists threatening the clan once more.

Sighing softly, Duststorm checked on Blossompaw to make sure the problem wasn't terribly severe, then continued on the patrol with Sterlingflight and Mossflower.

Oakpaw found himself wandering aimlessly into the woods, the attractive apprentice wondering when the inevitable fight with the rogues would come.

Blossompaw tripped over a root, stubbing her paw. "Ow."

"Stay alert," cautioned Sterlingflight. "We can't be too alert with that rogue group getting ready to attack."

Duststorm nodded, setting a new scent marker and smirking softly at the difference between his lovely mate and his daughter's handling of the early morning.

Oakpaw awoke once the sun started rising, glancing around the apprentice's den and remembering coming out to them the previous night.

Mossflower was bright-eyed and alert, a morning cat, while Blossompaw dragged her paws, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to stay awake.

Sterlingflight roused both Mossflower and Duststorm from their slumber, then brought along Blossompaw, gathering the threesome at the exit to camp before heading off on the patrol.

With the light still not fully out yet, Duststorm was at little disadvantage with his one blind eye, tired but happy to lean on and rub against his mate as they walked alongside Sterlingflight and Blossompaw.

Blossompaw rolled out of the apprentice's den, yawning sleepily.

The cross she-cat huffed at his words. While Honeypelt was upset with her lover for not thinking ahead, she wasn't particularly thrilled at the prospect of being a mother either. She could only hope this wouldn't stick as she curled up in her nest and fell asleep with the other warriors.

Eventually, Sterlingflight awoke while it was still dark out. Getting ready to prepare the dawn patrol, he stood, shaking the dry moss out of his pelt before planting a quick kiss on Rainstar's muzzle.

He shrank back, practically wilting as she stalked away. "But they freak me out," he said plaintively to the thin air, ears and whiskers drooping.

Honeypelt pinned her ears back and sat down, facing Brackenspots with a mixture of disbelief and slight anger on her face, though she didn't lash out at him. "We'll see what happens. I may not even get pregnant, but if I do and you're not willing to be a father I'll find someone who is." The irate she-cat padded back towards camp, tail swishing behind her.

"I..I don't think I'll be good with kits," he squeaked, shuddering. "They make me feel uncomfortable."

Honeypelt turned around, a little hurt after feeling the panic and hesitation in his actions. "Are you alright...?"

Brackenspots cringed slightly at the thought of kits, pulling out of her.

"I mean, you did just fill me to the brim, tiger," Honeypslt teased, curling her tail around his balls and gently giving them a few squeezed to ensure he was thoroughly milked.

"..kits?" He said uncertainly.

With his cum already inside her, Honeypelt wondered why she felt him tense up above her. "Hmm?"

Brackenspots blinked, freezing on top of her.

"A-aah..." Honeypelt mewled out as she was filled with Brackenspots' seed, something she'd been unsure of allowing but definitely considering for some time now. "So... You want kits?" She mewled, knowing it was probably already happening, but asking anyways.

Brackenspots growled around her scruff as he came.

Wolfpaw joined the other apprentices in an uneasy sleep.

Honeypelt rocked back further, mewling needily. Finally, she came, shooting her juices all over Brackenspots' cock as it pounded away into her.

Emberpaw curled up, tucking her muzzle underneath her paw.