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She was practically glowing. The smile on her face was radiant as she surfaced from the warriors’ den with only one thought on her mind. The hour was late, and she should’ve been fast asleep, but it was always hard for her to sleep without her mate at her side, and he seemed to be at his best, and at his sharpest, when the world was dark. She didn’t mind, for it was what made him who he was, and she loved him down to every last detail. There wasn’t anything she would change if it was within her power to do so (which in some ways it was), and with that in mind, she pursued the scent of him into the outskirts of LightningClan camp. There were a number of things he could be doing, but no part of her felt afraid. It was quite the contrary, actually, because she felt safer the closer she got. The sight of him, his black and white pelt melting into the surroundings, made a burst of warmth spread throughout her chest, and she swiftly crossed the distance between them to press the top of her head into the crook of his neck.

She followed his eyes wherever they led her. Side by side, they were like unrivaled predators—monsters—in the night, and she tipped her head into him curiously, as if there wasn’t a cue in the world she wouldn’t gladly take. As much as she wanted to give in to the thrill of being with him, there was a matter on her mind that needed his attention, and it wouldn’t do to allow herself to get distracted. She lifted her head, and her ears laid flat in a manner that made her look like the picture of innocence. “I want to be a mother.” It was rather blunt, and almost too direct for her taste, but she wanted him to understand how seriously she took this. “Have you ever thought about being a father?” She pulled away from, then, because she wanted to have a full view of his expression in order to gauge his reaction. Nightstep wasn’t an overly expressive cat in general, but he always gave her what she wanted—and she wanted this as long as he did. Normally, she wouldn’t be above pulling a few strings to manipulate the situation into her favour, but being a mother would mean nothing to her if the father of her kits didn’t desire to be in that position. She wanted Nightstep to be their father. There was nobody else she could fathom experiencing it with, and there was certainly nobody she trusted more than him.

That was why this time was going to be an exception. As parents, they would be equals in every way, and she didn’t want to be able to unnecessarily influence his feelings towards their young. She felt it would bring them immeasurably closer, but he needed to feel it too, and he needed to feel it as an individual. She waited, her pale pelt seeming to glow gold in the moonlight, as her mate assessed the idea. She had been patiently waiting for this moment since the day they became mates, it seemed, so there was no harm in waiting a few more minutes.

Date: leaf-fall twelve
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Sharp yellow eyes glinted in the darkness, alive with an unnerving glow given the absence of light in the surrounding area. The black and white tom looked up from the animal-turned-corpse at his paws, a tongue rasping steadily over his jaws to dispel any stray flecks of blood from the kill. On this night, the monster he so carefully kept under wraps on a day to day basis was set free, running rampant and desiring nothing more than to kill. The predator's attention was drawn to a feline figure sauntering his way, pale fur reflecting in the moonlight. Whiskers twitched and claws flexed, the beast imagining the bloodcurdling scream piercing the night air as he slowly severed each of the tendons in its body. The fantasy was interrupted, however, when something deep at the back of his mind stirred; recognition. An ear flicked, and though the light did not instantly die in his gaze, the LightningClan warrior's stance seemed to shift. Falling into a more natural pose, Nightstep wondered idly what his mate was doing out at this hour. I must have left too early. He thought to himself. A dark tail swished slowly in the dim light, the tom patiently awaiting the arrival of his mate. Generally, if the tuxedo tom itched for a night-time escapade, Nightstep remained in the warrior's den with his mate curled up at his side until after her breathing evened out. He knew she found it difficult to sleep without him at her side, and seeing as she meant more to him the world itself, he felt it necessary to give her that comfort to a certain extent. He was there when she drifted off, and back before she arose in the morning. Tonight, it would seem he'd misjudged her breathing pattern. Pushing his nose into the fur of her neck, he breathed in her scent, feeling the last of his more... Wicked urges melting away. He'd come to expect the unexpected when it came to Palescreech, yet there were a pawful of instances she still managed to surprise him. Tonight, it would seem, was one of those nights. Dark ears pricked forward, before flicking thoughtfully in turn, the tuxedo tom stepping back to observe her. He could see the way she metaphorically glowed now, something that seemed to occur whenever the pale furred she-cat sought something she truly desired. He considered her words for a moment, yellow eyes unyielding as they held hers. Slowly, a devilish grin spread over his features, his black and white face tipping to the side just so. "It has come as a passing thought before, yes." He offered. If he'd learnt anything from his father, Darkcloud, it was the importance of family. His siblings were of the utmost importance to him, as was Palescreech, for he considered her to be part of his family now. Kits were a natural step forward in their relationship, and a fierce desire to protect surged from within him at the thought of having offspring of his own. Closing the space between them, he circled her, letting his pelt mingle with hers as a steady rumbling purr filled the silence. Following completion of his second tour around her, he stepped away to assess her once more. "I've considered becoming a father before, with the right mate. And you, my love, are something far exceeding right. You are perfect. If I am to be a father, I wish for the kits to be born of you, Palescreech." Suddenly, he dropped into a hunter's crouch more playful than aggressive, a charming grin illuminating his dark features. "That is... If you can pin me."

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#29 - unnerving
#3 - corpse
#20 - monster
#2 - bloodcurdling
#30 - wicked
#6 - devilish

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Every speck of worry she’d ever felt in her life melted away. There was nothing she was more sure of than their devotion to one another, but she knew Nightstep, and there was one particular reason among many that left her surprised to hear him reciprocate her desire so readily and with such ease. She had always wondered how close of a resemblance he shared with his former mentor in terms of character, and if the prospect of kittens would interfere with who he was at his core, but his answer warmed her heart and reminded her that he was still her mate—the mate she always wanted—and prepared to take on every challenge in the world so long as she was at his side. This was going to be a challenge, as all great decisions were with mates, but she took a generous step forward and nuzzled him confidently before turning her head from side-to-side to trace him as he circled her.

A purr rumbled in her throat in response to his last words, and when he dropped into a hunter’s crouch, playful and enticing, she flashed her teeth and snapped at the air in front of his nose before a wicked smirk curled the corner of her lip. “If?” She tipped her head and quirked a brow as if to convey that he had made a grave mistake. “I am your mate, Nightstep. There is nobody else in the world that knows you like I do. I know how you think.” She raised a paw to gently bat his forehead. “I know how you act.” Next, the pale she-cat walked a quick, tight circle around him, mocking his every move. “I’m confident I know how to pin you, too.”

Palescreech launched herself at him, and while her strike lacked the aggression of a genuine attack, she threw everything she had into the move. As much as she wanted to pin him to the ground for the sake of proving that she could, there was no denying that she simply wanted to be close to him; it was hard for her to attack him without being wavered by her own feelings of affection, but she was determined to make a point. Nightstep, in her mind, sat on a pedestal that no other cat could hope to reach, and she needed to make it known to him, herself, and every she-cat in LightningClan that she was his mate because she deserved to be. His strength was unquestionable, if not feared due to it being refined by the LightningClan devil himself, so she knew better than to try and overpower him. At first, it would look like she was closing in for a head-on attack, but at the last possible second she lunged to the side and coiled her body like a snake to sink a meaningful bite into the back of his neck—not lethal, of course, but there was nothing more thrilling about what the two of them shared than the idea of how it could be.

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Although it was certainly true that, of all cats in LightningClan Palescreech knew him best, the same could be said in reverse. He knew her just as well as she knew him. He didn't flinch, didn't even blink when her teeth snapped at the air in front of his nose. In fact, his only reaction was to blow a sharp stream of air at her whiskers, taking advantage of the closeness. He let her paw tap him on the forehead, never falling out of his crouch. Despite the playful appearance of the pose, his muscles were alert, prepared to move at a second's notice. He had challenged her, and he certainly was not about to let her win easily. He knew she wouldn't want it easy; she would want it fair. Next, she circled him in a manner not unlike he'd just done, Nightstep fully away of the slight mocking nature of the gesture. Grinning to himself, he followed her with his ears, tracing each of her pawsteps as she completed her round. He weighed her words carefully, all the while remaining focused on her body language, reading into her every move to determine how she'd choose to strike out next. Although she dove straight at him, Nightstep's instinct told him it was a feigned attack. Palescreech was intelligent, and she knew of his strengths as well as her own. It wasn't like her to take such a direct approach, not against him. Still, he shifted back, falling out of her range and sidestepping away from her, creating more distance and taunting her forward. From his peripheral vision, he could see her body recollect itself as she shifted course. An ear flicked at the sound of her paws shoving against the moorland, though he did not look in her direction. Instead, he dropped his furthest shoulder, pushing the one closest to her upward. Rather than her teeth closing around his neck, she caught the skin of that raised shoulder. Without hesitating, the tuxedo tom shifted his weight back to his further shoulder, swiping out at her forepaws with his closest front paw. She could either release him and avoid the attack by rising onto her hindlegs, or take the swipe and fall into him. Of course, she might think of some other way to avoid his strike, and he wouldn't at all be surprised. She was an intelligent she-cat, and knew how to handle herself.

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Feel free to have the tussle a bit in your next post ^^ And you're welcome to have it end with him on the ground

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Palescreech was smart, but so was Nightstep. In a split second of stubbornness she almost forgot that he knew her as well as she knew him. It was frightening to be that vulnerable to someone, but the chill it shot up her spine was more thrilling than anything else. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, and she growled playfully in protest; he was quick to throw his weight onto his unaffected shoulder, and her icy blue eyes found his paw wildly as it abruptly came upwards to counteract her. She released her hold on him immediately, teeth flashing dangerously, but she didn't fall back onto her hind legs like he'd expected. Instead, Palescreech lunged forward, and she clamped down on his paw mid-swing to deflect his attack. She didn't want to hurt him, but the adrenaline was starting to take over. With one of his legs suspended in the air she would be able to knock him off balance, but only if she didn't waste time letting him reassess the situation.

She pulled his leg outward at an awkward angle, and then pushed off of him with her hind legs at the same time to add to her momentum. The move was intended to trip him up, and possibly strain him if he fought against it; she never wanted him to be at anything other than his best, but at the same time,they fed off of each other's energy, and if she didn't throw everything she had into pinning him to the ground then she was failing him. The two of them found the ground with a dizzying thud, and Palescreech spun around in the span of a heartbeat to place a paw on either side of him. A small smile weaselled across her lips, and she leaned forward to gently lick his nose.

"I could get used to this." She whispered, air fighting its way back into her lungs. "You are equally as perfect to me. You've made me happier than you could possibly imagine." Palescreech lightly shook her head as though not even she could comprehend the extent of what she felt. She was going to be a mother. It could only ever happen with Nightstep, and that it would felt like a dream come true. She had everything that she needed in this life with him at her side. Nothing else mattered, and nothing else except for him and their kits ever would.

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Notes: I can make changes if you'd like. He can roll them over so that he's the one pinning her down if you want, but it's not necessary if you want to go somewhere else with your post.

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The sudden yank to his leg was... Unexpected. The tuxedo tom, however, adjusted his position to best smother any chance of injury. Rolling with her momentum, he allowed her to throw his back into the ground, keeping a close eye on where exactly his paws ended up. Rapidly dispelling the disorientation from the whirlwind tussle, Nightstep's slitted pupils zeroed in on Palescreech's face, a charismatic grin plastered on his muzzle as he gazed up at her. Their panting breaths mingled in the cool night air, the cloud of mist intertwining as they disappeared somewhere high above the pair of LightningClan warriors. Despite his back being pressed into the ground, the black and white tom was far from considering this to be a loss. The care he'd taken in tracking his paws had paid off, leaving his right hind paw pressed firmly into her belly. He had no doubt she could feel the pressure there, accented by the needle-sharp hints of his claws. They were only partially unsheathed, and posed no danger of puncturing her skin in this form. But the message behind the action was clear, and Nightstep had full confidence Palescreech read the draw in the same manner as he. Whiskers twitched as he chuckled, content for the time being to remain beneath her, with one of her forepaws on either side of his head. "I have said it before, and I will say it again." He meowed evenly. "Your happiness means far more than the world to me. If in my life time I succeeded in nothing but elevating your happiness, I would consider it a life well lived." Despite the level tone in his voice, the intensity with which he held her gaze made the truth behind his words unquestionable. "Kits are the next step in our journey together as mates. Seeing as you have pinned me, as promised you will have your wish." He grinned up at her, before lifting his head with some effort. Nightstep brought his muzzle to her ear, his voice dropping into a tantalizing whisper. "You do me a great honor, Palescreech, in so eagerly agreeing to be mother to my kits. They will be as perfect as you, of that I am absolutely certain."

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