This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

“True,” Blackstar mewed back thoughtfully. They’re already old enough to be left alone? Where has the time gone!? “Just because,” Blackstar replied vaguely to his mate’s question. He figured Mallowstar wouldn’t be there, and it would be nice to go with Swallowflight without that tension there like it normally would be. “Certainly you’ve missed attending them while you were rearing these furballs.”

“I could, if I got someone else to watch the kits for me,” Swallowflight pointed out after a moment. “Why?”

Blackstar purred loudly and returned the lick, once again promising himself he would never groom that spot on his muzzle ever again. Glancing upwards at the ceiling of the den, the tom eventually mewed “I wish you could make it to the Gathering tomorrow night.”

Swallowflight gave him a purr and gave him a lick on his muzzle.

Blackstar nodded, rubbing his muzzle against his mate’s. “I knew you would be an excellent mother the moment you said you were expecting.”

“No more than usual.” She shook her head.

Blackstar felt the weight of his responsibilities and recent difficulties with one of his two mates lift off of him as he played with the tiny kits, who he called ‘furballs’ only out of affection for the adorable little ones. “Have they been eating well today? They’re all so full of energy!”

Stonekit and Patchkit chases after his tail, trying to catch it.

Smirking, Blackstar dangled his tail over his kits, alternating between tickling their noses with it and holding it just within their reach.

Patchkit squeaked at him and batted at his muzzle.

(Ah, ok)

Smiling down at Patchkit, the male purred quietly, giving his daughter an affectionate lick between the ears.

(Patchkit is female and also mine)

Swallowflight glanced at their youngest daughter. “Yes, it was.”

Blackstar returned the smile. He noticed Patchkit glancing at him and looked right back. He saw so much of himself in the small tom, a lot of it having to do with the eyes, which were just like his, and just as unique. “I never get used to seeing that. Is that what it was like to look at me at first?” The leader mewed, tilting his head curiously at Swallowflight.

She smiled at him.

Blackstar laughed heartily, remembering the mischief he’d gotten up to from a young age as well.

(Five* Jetkit and Heronkit too, remember?)

“They tried to sneak out of camp,” she said, sounding amused. “It didn’t work out so well for them.”

Blackstar felt a warm smile stretch across his face as he watched the two roll around. Of course he’d gotten to help name them, thank Starclan, and he couldn’t help but want to snatch them both by the scruff and snuggle with them in his current state. The male turned to look at Swallowflight, mewing “What did you three get up to while I was gone?”

Stonekit and Pebblekit wrestled with each other.

Blackstar was quick to lay down besides his mate and his kits, purring happily as he watched the tiny bundles of fur roll around.

She nuzzled his cheek.

“So did I,” Blackstar replied with a soft purr, licking at her face a few times as he exchanged affections with the she-cat.

She purred. “Missed you.”

Blackstar purred loudly, carefully stepping over his kits so he could rub muzzles with his mate.

Swallowflight noticed the tom and looked up, a soft smile forming on her muzzle.

Blackstar stopped just inside the entrance for a second, a soft smile crossing his face as he glanced over his mate and his kits. I have a family right here if Mallowstar doesn’t want me anymore.