.Contemplating.loneliness. ((open))

[hazelmoon]

Mistwhisker lay in the clearing lonely. I wish I hadn't said that to her... he thought. His mate, Ashtear, had been upset when he'd told her he didn't want her to have kits, but she was a pregnant warrior queen.

Three days ago...
"Mistwhisker, I have something to tell you. I'm going to have your kits." My kits? "I don't want you to have kits! I want you to just be a warrior, like always. I'm not ready to be a father and I'm afraid I never will be." He watched her storm away from him, muttering something about hunting.

[ö~Burningstar~ö]

" Hello Mistwhisker."

The soft trilling voice sounded from behind the creamy tom, and a beautiful calico she-cat emerged from the thick brackens surronding the interior of the camp. Her eyes glowed softly, to blue and amber orbs sparkling out from a soft pelt of splotched fur. Her ears lay tall upon her head, and she turned to look the warrior cat in the eyes, sparking her interest as she noticed the look in his eyes.

" Whats the matter?"

[hazelmoon]

"Ashtear is upset because I told her that I didn't want her to have kits.' he mewed, confused. The pretty cat was his leader. He wished he had not said that to Ashtear, though... That was a disaster in the making.