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If Eshek was excellent at anything, it was, apparently, antagonising Aspenstar and the fragile thread that held NightClan and the League from outright war. But all that baiting was empty without the perfect cat to share it with, the one who'd introduced her to this world of enmity between her and Aspen in the first place, the one whose life she'd saved and who'd stitched her up in return after Phantomfox had flayed her, the one she hadn't seen since his arrest - the one, the only—
"Pinesimmer!" she hissed through the wall of the SummerClan medicine den, half her body still out in the red-lit evening beyond the camp wall and half in the gloom of the den. It was sunset - meaning, for Pine, it was dawn. "You he- oh, oh my god!" Her voice was half toothy, grinning delight, half genuine surprise. She'd slipped further into the den only to find the medicine cat curled up with someone in his nest, asleep. Dancing over to him soundlessly, she shook his shoulder as hard as she could without waking the cat beside him. "Pine, you skank!" she hissed joyfully; her huge blue eyes an inch from his would be the first thing he'd see. She gestured to the sleeping cat enthusiastically, like she'd just walked in on her virgin friend finally getting some. "Who!" Biting her tongue to stop herself screaming or laughing, Eshek did a spinning sort of dance around the cramped medicine den, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as she kicked her legs out with no discernible rhythm; it was just a strange, squealing celebration.
Sweeping back to him, she bowed low, like she were greeting a king, and whispered in a faintly seductive purr, "best let you get back to your company, my liege. Oh!" She suddenly turned back to him like she'd forgotten something. Sweeping low, she pressed a kiss to his lips - one that, this time, lasted a few beats longer than it ever had before. It was also gentler and a little more forceful than it ever had been, her eyes closed, like she was laying a little claim of ownership by lingering. She tried to tell herself it had nothing to do with the faint flutter of jealousy imbedding itself in her gut. Opening her eyes, her pupils dilating fully in the dark of the den, she grinned at Pinesimmer and, with a little giggle, fled back out into the gathering night.
Pinesimmer wasn't exactly expecting Eshek to show up practically in his nest. Though, as he groggily lifted his head, he supposed he probably should have, this was Esh after all. Barely coherent, he found himself faced with a kiss. She pulled back, but the tom had the good sense to stop her for a second before she fled him, pulling her back down to him without thinking. But it wasn't too last, and soon she was gone, and the tom was left wondering if he'd simply dreamt her presence. If not for the taste of her mouth on his tongue, he would have likely determined he was simply suffering an infection due to his eye, but since that didn't seem to be the case, and he most certainly wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night... the SummerClan/NightClan medicine cat slowly extricated himself from the sleeping form of the cat beside him, careful to try and not wake the other. After all, that would be an interesting conversation, wouldn't it?
Eshek was standing just outside the camp wall, forepaw to her mouth as she tried to work out whether Pinesimmer pulling her back down had just been because he was half-asleep and still swept up in whatever he'd indulged the night in or... Pine slipping out after her jerked her out of her thoughts, rather panicked to cover up her brief, earnest confusion that she found felt treacherously close to hope, and she leaped around to face him with a grin. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of the den behind him. It had been too dark before for her to make out the colour of the coat — now, seeing a distinctive calico, a huge, open-mouthed grin spread across her face, widening her eyes impossibly. Double whammy! “Doefreckle, you floozy!” she whispered furiously, half-creeping back into the den and waving at him delightedly when he looked over his shoulder with a look of pure, mortified misery on his face.
She tittered to herself through clenched teeth and turned back to grin at Pinesimmer, backing out of the den with slinking steps to leave Doe to scuttle away and groom the medicine cat's scent from his fur. “Get yourself tested, he sleeps around. Though, by the looks of it, so do you!” She shoved him. “Imprisonment in SummerClan don't look so bad. Who knew being on the ruling side of a tyrannical regime could have so many fun benefits? I haven’t gotten laid in moons.” Two moons, to be precise, judging by her stomach. Was it a thinly-veiled offer to Pine? Of course not; they were just friends who kissed and got jealous of the other one being with someone other than them. "Hey!" She'd only just properly looked at him. "Oh my gosh! Your eye! Pine, you look so sexy! Are you okay? Does it hurt? What happened? Did you kill someone?" She sounded a little more awed than worried, creeping closer to him and gazing at him with wide eyes. "Suits you more than it does your sister." Her voice had dropped a little lower, slightly flirtatious. She realised a second too late and hacked a cough into her foreleg, sitting back. Goddamn pregnancy hormones; she already had a crush on Lucistic, she was not going to get a crush on Pinesimmer. Just 'cuz he was getting with other cats! So what! He was allowed to; they were just partners in crime.
Pinesimmer, naturally had to follow after her, her attitude quickly pushing all thoughts of sleep from his mind. He rubbed his non-missing eye with his other paw briefly, staring at Eshek with a stupid little smile that betrayed how much he missed her, even if he said nothing about it. "I'm standing right here, you know. Plenty of me to go around." The tom wouldn't have said he was a good flirt, but the little smug twitch of his whiskers betrayed he was seemingly amused or impressed by himself regardless. "And yes, I did kill someone, but that's only about a quarter of the reason I'm missing my eye."
She brushed over his sleazy comment because if she didn’t she’d have to acknowledge the little thrill it stirred in her gut. Instead, she leaned in excitedly and asked, “who did you kill? Was it your first time? Oh!” she did an excited little wiggle where she was sitting, her voice tight, “first times are always the best. This is so wonderful!” She suddenly sobered. “Uh, except your eye.” She bowed her head, closing her eyes, plural, and touching her paw to her heart. “It will be missed. Your,” she looked up at him quickly before looking back down, “right one was always my favourite.”
Before he could reply, she suddenly did a few quick, eager jumps around him, like a hunting fox, and exclaimed with a beaming smile, “tell me on the way. The babies are hungry - let’s get some snacks and then go hang out in the witch’s house garden or whatever these idiots call it. They’re all so scared of it but it’s just some old broad and her garden is fire, it’s, like, aesthetic as hell.” She suddenly remembered she was pregnant — she’d been so incredibly careful since her encounter with Aspenstar and Phantomfox and her stricken night on the beach with Bermondsey to take care of the delicate lives in her stomach, but the thrill of seeing Pinesimmer again had completely thrown off her fears - and settled down. More quietly, a faint purr in her voice, she added “c’mon”, and, with a tilt of her head and a nudge of her shoulder against his, her lidded eyes never straying from his, set off at a leisurely pace towards the cottage.
In the distance, through the pre-dawn gloom, its chimney was drifting sweet-smelling smoke into the misty autumn morning. Everything was cold and brown and brittle; even the air itself felt beautiful. Threads of frost lay across the grass like cobwebs, and everywhere fronds of bracken and the wilted petals of flowers were cold-burned and black, dropping forlornly. Eshek’s breath hung in the air, her paws crunching against the frosty grass. She and Pine had already cuddled once — if they had to cuddle again because both their pelts were too short to keep out the cold, then oh nooo. She’d hate every second of it. It wasn’t completely her intention at all. “Okay, tell me!” she suddenly burst out, whipping about to face him as they walked, like a child eager for the gory details. She bit her lip as she waited, brows waggling excitedly like two cute little caterpillars.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 23, 2021 19:00:49 GMT -5
The lanky tom tried as he might to suppress the grin that wanted to stretch furhter across his face, just barely managing to keep himself from looking like the lovestruck idiot he didn't realize he was. He padded half a pace behind her, letting her lead them where they were going, but brazenly daring to brush his side against hers. It had nothing to do with the cold, whatever he tried to tell himself. When she turned to face him, his whiskers twitched slightly. "When NightClan took over SummerClan, I caught one of Ratstar's daughters and Doefreckle trying to escape. I told them Ratstar would die if they didn't come back, but my sister wouldn't touch them if they did." His claws flexed in remembrance of that day. "They didn't get much of a choice but to come back. And, well.... I never promised I wouldn't touch him if they returned." He purred. "So I took a leader's life. If Aspenstar wants to think I'm dangerous so badly, I may as well let her believe that. Also killed another cat who tried to insist on being my student. SummerClan apparently likes murderers, though. I've had plenty of company this entire 'punishment' of me being sent to SummerClan."
Did that explain the eye? No, not yet. But he figured he'd start with the murderous bits before his own injury.
A slow, mystified grin hooked across Eshek’s face; it was like when they’d first met, Pinesimmer had been just a cage of potential kept in line by his sister — and now, freed of her, he was growing into himself. She hardly recognised this tom beside her now; Pine had always been arrogant, but it had smacked of defensive over-compensation — now it was just genuine, cocky confidence. And she felt slightly giddy — slightly like a blushing trainee — in the face of it, like she’d been the one to walk over him before and now she was eager to sit back and let this new Pinesimmer show her what had changed. “Well, Pine, colour me impressed,” she laughed, forcing down a shiver at his purr. When his side brushed hers, grazing over her swollen stomach, she didn’t move away, just kept her soft, crooked grin on his, silent and slightly questioning.
“So, aside from you braggin’ about how much tail you’ve been gettin’, are ya ever gonna get to your eye?” she asked as she nosed open the squealing gate of the witch’s house and led the way into the garden, holding it open for Pinesimmer like a perfect gentleman. “Or do I gotta start making up stories?”
Tossing a small, coquettish smile back at him, Eshek bounded over to the window casting an orange glow over the dark garden and hopped onto a log pile beneath it to peer inside the cottage. The cozy living room was empty; the twoleg must have gone to bed, leaving only a crackling fire that filled the small room — the dried herbs strung across the ceiling, the floral wallpaper, the bookshelves, the armchair covered in a patchwork blanket — with sparking, dancing shadows. Shooting Pinesimmer another grin, this one a wicked dare, and a waggle of her brows, she pushed open the window with one paw and hopped inside, jumping down and sauntering fearlessly to the rug in front of the fire. The air smelled like cinnamon and spice and pure heat; after the brittle cold, her skin felt like it was unfreezing. She lay down and looked up at Pinesimmer with raised brows, daring him to join her.
