This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

Glancing over at the kits to ensure they weren't paying attention, Blackstar nodded affirmatively, grooming his mate's ear teasingly for a moment before leaning in and softly purring "Will there be activities besides walking involved, my dear?"

Swallowflight nuzzled him, twining her tail with his. "Later, once the kits are asleep, I want to go for a walk."

(Lol!)

Blackstar purred softly, nuzzling both kits lovingly as Heronpaw padded up to her brothers as well, joining them in coming up with a new game to play, while Jetkit slept peacefully. Blackstar returned to Swallowflight's side, settling down and licking between the queen's ears.

(The dogs want my sandwiches lol)

Patchkit sulked adorably at her father's contradiction while Stonekit looked smug, just barely keeping from saying 'I told you so!' because he knew his father wouldn't like it. He'd tell her later, when their parents weren't paying attention.

"That's certainly not true, Patchkit. Maybe tonight before bedtime I'll tell you a story about the warrior code. It's the rules that we have to follow in everything we do, playfighting or not." Blackstar purred softly as he glanced down at the young kit who he'd just contradicted. "But it's not as if creativity doesn't have its place in the clans, either. Perhaps you can invent a new fighting move instead."

(Even if Heronkit looks exactly like her mother, just less fluffy lol)

Swallowflight curled her tail around Jetkit and started to eat her mouse with great relish.

"Daaad!" Stonekit whined, bounding over to Blackstar. "Patchkit isn't playing by the rules again!"

"It's called creative thinking!" Patchkit argued, trailing after him. "Real life doesn't have rules!"

"Eat, I'll handle them for a moment." Blackstar suggested, his gaze and voice warm as he watched his kittens argue. He stepped over to the group, wondering if they'd even noticed his presence yet. "And what are we fighting about, exactly?" He curiously purred, affection evident in his voice.

"Dad!" Heronkit squeaked excitedly, the she-kit bounding from her moss ball over to rub on her father's foreleg, her purrs vibrating her whole body. The small female really took after him, admiring and desiring his status as leader, and even trying to copy the way her father walked.

Jetkit remained asleep at his mother's belly, his tiny black body packed into a tight ball of fluff.

She smiled at him thankfully. "The kits are a handful; I haven't been able to eat anything all day." She winced slightly when a minor argument started up between Stonekit and Patchkit again again.

Blackstar set the limp mouse down at his lovely mate's paws, finally freeing his muzzle so that he could say "Excellent, as it has been. That's for you." He mewled, flicking his ears at the fat prey he'd placed before her. "I was told that fattier prey is better for queens, so I selected only the best." He purred softly, giving the female a warm smile.

Swallowflight greeted her mate with a purr, nosing his cheek. "How is the hunting?"

(Got it!)

Blackstar trod confidently into the Lakeclan camp, his mismatched eyes glinting and his coat healthy and shiny. A plump mouse resided between his jaws. The other members of the hunting patrol at his flanks had had similar success. Greenleaf was being quite kind to the clan, which rang especially true now that the ambitious, yet fair young Tom led the clan. He padded up to Swallowflight, settling by his mate's side with a happy purr.

(*le skipping of le six moons, where Blackpaw has been a warrior for six moons and is actually the leader of LakeClan now if you want, Swallowpaw has been in LakeClan for six moons and a warrior for four, Mallowstar is pregnant, and Swallowflight is the mother of three-moons-old kits*

Stonekit: A fluffy, dark gray tom with black forepaws and icy blue eyes.
Jetkit: A jet black tom with a white chest, belly, and forepaws, and golden brown eyes.
Heronkit: A dark gray she-kit with a white chest, belly, and forepaws, and dark blue eyes.
Patchkit: A small she-kit with dark-gray-and-jet-black patched fur, white forepaws, and heterochromatic eyes; the left is icy blue and the right is golden brown.)


Mallowstar grumpily lay just outside her den on her side, so bored. She wasn't allowed to do anything right now by orders of the medicine cat, as her kits were due any day.

Swallow Flight groomed her fluffy pelt, tail flicking.

"Such a lovely view." The Tom purred teasingly, mounting the older leader without much ceremony but teasing Mallowstar by rubbing his length against her slit for a few heartbeats.

She straightened up to stretch her tense muscles, blinking leaf-green eyes a couple of times before crouching for him.

After teasing her with a loud purr for her reaction, Blackpaw wriggled out from under his lover and stood on his paws once more. "Would you like to crouch for me, or should we try some new position, Mallowstar?"

She squeaked, startling.

Blackpaw slurped up the last of her juices before pulling his muzzle out, giving her ass a slap with his paw that had been doused in her cum, purring cheekily as he did so.

She pulled her muzzle off of him, taking deep breaths as she gasped for air, claws curling into the ground.

Blackpaw eagerly tugged her rear end down when she started to cum, groaning and growling with his muzzle inside her pussy as he drank down her juices happily while filling her muzzle with his own.

Mallowstar jerked and tightened around him, climaxing herself even as she tried to swallow his cum.

Growling out, Blackpaw closed his eyes tightly and arched his own back as he flooded her muzzle with his pent-up seed, the tom growling against her groin fur as his whole paw slipped inside her as he came.

Her moans vibrated his member, bobbing her head over it and nipping occasionally.

Naturally Blackpaw purred, Mallowstar's grinding back on his body enhancing his ego tremendously, his member throbbing in her mouth as he wrapped his hindlegs around her head, keeping her from ever pulling her mouth off of his length as he fucked her with his forepaw and lapped at her sensitive clit with his skilled tongue.

Mallowstar arched her back, grinding herself against his face and muzzle as she worshiped his cock.

Blackpaw panted softly against her core, adding a fourth digit to those already inside her, basically pumping his entire paw into her pussy now as she suckled his cock pleasurably.