Moonlit Beauty (Open)

[Diria]

A light breeze blew through the camp, causing a drop in the already cold temperature. A black she-cat walked out of the warriors den, heading towards the center of the area. She normally looked like a shadow at night but in leaf-bare, her dark pelt stood out against the snow. Darksoul sat down, her mind filled with thoughts. She glanced around. The light of the moon gave the camp a pearlesant beauty. Darksoul sighed. Past events had made her think about kits. Whether hers would be the same as she had been or if they would be like most, playfull and energetic. She had been asking herself for a while now. Darksoul then thought about Smokypelt. Did he ever think about their
kits? She looked up at the moon, amazed by its beauty.

[Ruby]

Smokypelt padded into camp from a midnight patrol. He preferred the night air compared to the day but he could feel the chill in his pelt. The gray tom took in the scent of his home and felt peaceful. The kits were with their mothers, the elders in their fresh bedding, and the warriors getting a good nights rest, except for one lone figure stepping out into the moonlight.

Smokypelt's heart quickened at the site of his mate stepping into the center of camp. The she-cat seemed to be a simple shadow of the dark but her green eyes gave her away. He wondered what was on his mate's mind. She seemed almost troubled by something.

The gray tom trotted up to his life companion with a spring in his step. "You are looking every bit the love-sick songbird this lovely night." He said it in a playful but questioning tone as he sat down next to her putting his nose to her shoulder for just a moment.

[Diria]

Darksoul turned to see her mate, Smokypelt, sitting beside her. Seeing him made her wonder even more if he wanted kits. If she asked him, what would he answer? She wished she could read minds, that way she would know the answer easily.

She paused for a moment at Smokypelts question. Darksoul wanted to ask him, but didn't know if she could. She gathered up her courage. What am I afraid of? she asked herself. Smokypelt is my mate, I should be able to ask him anything. It was then that she finally asked. "Smokypelt, have you ever thought about kits?"

[Ruby]

Smokypelt was surprised when Darksoul didn't seem any less troubled. He wondered what could be bothering her so much. It put him on edge he wasn't sure if he should be concerned for her. He didn't move though. The tom sat and waited for her to say what was bothering her.

When she did, he was even more surprised then he had been before. She was asking about kits; if he wanted them. Sure, Smokypelt had thought about kits. He wanted to have some with Darksoul but he hadn't expected her to ask about it. He was beginning to think maybe he should have expected it. He wanted a family with Darksoul and he couldn't think of anything better then having a family with her.

Outwardly he sighed and brushed his tail to her flank. "Of course I've thought of kits Darksoul. It's natural to think about them." He looked at her with a question in his gaze. "Why do you ask?" He let his thoughts wander. What if she was having kits? HIS kits!? He was amazed at how excited he was about even thinking that. If she had his kits he would be a happy father. He held his tongue though until she answered. he didn't want to jump the gun.

[Diria]

Darksoul thought for a moment. She would like to have kits and she was sure that her mate felt the same. "I was thinking that I would like to have kits. What do you think about it Smokypelt?" She hoped that the question didn't surprise him. She looked at him, trying to read his expression. What did he think about having kits? She wanted to know. Waiting patiently for his answer, she thought more about the topic like what their kits would be like. She was sure they'd be great warriors.

[Ruby]

He had jumped the gun. The tom felt disheartened that he had let his thoughts and hopes run away with him. When he rethought what she said though, he was almost too happy to sit still. He waved his tail once and looked up at the sky. Darksoul wasn't having his kits but it was the next best thing, she wanted to have them.

Smokypelt purred a reply. "You having my kits would be more than I could ever hope for." He could picture the two of them in the nursing den with little bundles of fur that connected himself and her to each other and the next generation. Even thinking of that made him almost as happy as he would be if that came about. He looked at Darksoul with pure happiness in his eyes. "I want to be happy with you and our future kits. Any kit of yours, Darksoul, would be a worthy warrior and I'd be honored to be their sire."

He hoped he had said the right words and that he hadn't said anything that would scare her off. Smokypelt looked away to await her reaction to his obvious approval of starting a family.

[Diria]

Darksoul was relieved to know she had not said something wrong by asking her mate about having kits. It made her glad to know he too would be glad to have kits of their own. Her mind wandered for a bit. She couldn't imagine being a queen, or what their kits would be like. She looked at Smokypelt who seemed to be waiting for her reply.

"Thank you Smokypelt," she replied. "I'm glad and I'm also sure they will be fine warriors." She thought a little longer. Would she be a good mother?

[littleprowler989]

The small gray tabby's eyes glowed in the moonlight as he sat outside the warriors den. His handsome pelt slicked back from a light rain that was falling. Littleprowler watched as the crystal drops fell to the ground, drip splatter, drip, splatter they went as they crashed into the earth. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the clearing through the rain. Everyone seemed to be in their dens, except for a few clusters of cats here and there. He walked over to the fresh kill pile. empty he thought as he stared and the ground where the pile once was. Littleprowler growled and stalked away,his tail dragging. He wished he had someone to talk to. Oh well. He thought. He lay down, his wet head on his wet paws and sighed