Hello Feline Friends

Treewhisker awoke eventually, and kept his forelegs wrapped around his mate for now. He didn’t want to leave her side just yet, though his duties called for him in the camp.

Eventually Violetwing fell into a light doze.

Foxfury’s pawsteps sounded from outside, and the warrior gave some orders before padding all the way down the slope back into the clearing, out of sight, hearing, and mind. With that the tom finally allowed himself to close his eyes, his grasp on his mate hardly slackening.

Violetwing twitched at Foxfury’s voice, snuggling closer to Treewhisker.

After some time, Foxfury came up to the den, not peeking inside, but standing at the entrance and mewing “Treestar, he’s come to.” The tom grumbled an annoyed, almost nonsensical grumble before lifting his head. “You already heard my ruling. I don’t want to see him on our territory ever again. Take care of it.” With that the tom laid his head back down.

She kept her face hidden in his fur, taking deep, even breaths.

It was too early for Treewhisker to consider falling asleep, but all the same he had no plan to move from his nest, the tom clutching his mate even more tightly when she turned around.

She slowly started to calm down, shifting so that she could hug him back.

Treewhisker purred softly against Violetwing, hoping the vibrations and the pleasant noise would help calm his mate down a little more.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down.

Treewhisker nuzzled the top of her head gently, his grip on her not loosening.

Violetwing pressed her head against his chest, squeezing her eyes shut.

Treewhisker barely held back an aggressive snarl, wanting to leave right then and slash the unconscious Tom’s throat. “We’ll have to deal with it if it happens.” The tom knew that such a result was more than likely, but perhaps his seed would not take root inside her. I can only hope. As Noble as he tried to be, the brown tabby was unsure that he could raise the kits of his mortal enemy as if they were his own.

She sniffled and nodded.

Treewisker’s face became a scowl, invisible to Violetwing while she had her back pressed against his belly. “Did he...?”

Violetwing hiccuped miserably. “But what if I have his kits?”

Treewhisker gave Violetwing’s tail a few soft squeezes. “He’ll never be able to touch you, or Hazelpaw, or anybody else again.” The tom Replied soothingly, giving her a few licks to the top of her head once more.

She whimpered softly, squeezing her eyes shut. “He threatened Hazelpaw.”

Treewhisker curled his body as tightly around hers as he could, wrapping his forelegs around her and curling his tail tightly around her own as he pressed his chest and belly into her back.

Violetwing lay down as well and cuddled into him, seeking his warmth and comfort.

“Here, Love, let’s just lay down for a while,” Treewhisker mewed quickly, slowly laying himself down to avoid Violetwing falling over, seeing as he was supporting her weight.

She tried to melt into him, trembling and sniffling.

After a moment Treewhisker started grooming between Violetwing’s ears to try and help soothe the poor she-cat, his ears pinned back and his eyes closed as he sadly licked at her.

Violetwing buried her face in her mate’s fur, her silent tears soaking his Pelt as she cried.

Treewhisker snuggled close to Violetwing, pulling her in and curling his tail tightly around hers, remaining a silent shoulder for his mate to cry on for now. He had questions of his own for The she-cat ?65 that could wait.