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Did she just call him hot? Yes. He was hot as the smoldering sun. He grinned, "Mrrrrrrow," He purred.
Mayyyyybe he could make this work out after all. He was one to have his ego fueled and she... She was like a cheetah drowning in quick sand, beautiful and desperate enough to take him.
Mittens, in all her glory and wisdom, looked at him. It wasn't just any look, it was the look that rivaled those of a thousand suns. It was a look that signified that all things she said would come to pass. "Meow," she told him quite plainly, because after that roller-coaster of a conversation, there was no way she would date him. "Meow meow meow."
He smashed into her as elegantly as a whale landing on a shoreline and totally not getting stuck. He slammed into Mitten's tackling down and furiously cried out at her, "ME-OW!"
Admittedly, Mittens was just a little teensy tiny bit smitten by him. The whole whale thing? One of the best courting moves she's seen so far. "Meow," she mewed lightly, because oh, was it just her, or was it getting hot around here?
Mittens tilted her head, confused by the sudden switch in language. "Meow?" she asked, because really, why did everyone expect her to speak their barbarian language? Was it so much to ask that everyone spoke a language as sophisticated as Woem?
His sigh breathed out from behind his lips forming frost in the cold air. He shook his head like leaves rattling raindrops off. She didn't understand. When had things become so complicated? When did the flame they once had burn out, die? He couldn't suppress a small mrrow of laughter from escaping past his jaws, it rose like thunder and all at once there was silence between them again. How could he have dove into such a love this fast? He was falling hard from falling for her like a bird falling in love with a rain and following it down into the earth where the bird would inevitably splatter on impact. There love was just not meant to be.
"Meow. Mrrow meow meow meow," He said coldly, he had to say no, he had to let go of all of this, never turn back, but also never forget.
She used to think it could've been forever. It could have been forever. Maybe if things had turned out differently. Maybe if they weren't so different after all. And Mittens, despite it all, understood. She understood it deep in her breaking heart, pieces cracked and shattering so wholly beyond repair. This was it, wasn't it? The end of something wondrous and beautiful. Their love just wasn't meant to triumph in this dark, twisted world. Their love wasn't enough to coalesce into something real and pure. No, instead, Mittens was left, staring with wide eyes and trying her best not to feel as if her entire world had tipped upside down.
"Meow," she told him with as much poise as she could muster, giving him a smile that was both understanding and grateful and sad at the same time. She was lucky, she knew. To have loved so fully in such a short span of time. Ten minutes. Ten brilliant minutes where Mittens had felt as if her entire world was alight in a kaleidoscope of colors so effortlessly exquisite. But that was then, and this was now. And Mittens, for all that she fell hard and fast, would stand tall despite her broken heart. "Meow mew meow mrrw." And if her parting words of wishing him luck in his love life sounded a teensy tiny bit bitter, well... there wasn't anything she could do about that.
There was a poignant pause, and then Mittens added, "Meow meow meow mew mrrw?" Which translated to, "You owe me monthly child support, and I require compensation for all the expenses I spend on our child. How do you plan to pay that off, huh?"
"MrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrOOOOOOOOWWWW" Auburnwolf said, which directly translated to "wow."
"Me meow. Meow meow meow meow," Auburnwolf said firmly.
How dare she expect him to pay. To pay for what? Love? For a one night stand of ten minutes where they had children. How DARE he have to pay for that the rest of his life. Why couldn't they just leave the kits at the side of the road?
Mittens scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Meow meow meow mrrow meow. Mew," she told him imperiously. Because really, it was his fault in the first place. Mittens hadn’t even wanted children in the first place. She was all for waiting a year or two, but nooo, Auburnwolf just had to have them now. And after all that, for him to think he could just walk away from her and his children? After all those times he had wheedled and begged her, when he kept saying, ‘Oh, it’ll be great!’ and ‘Don’t you want to have a family with me?’ and Mittens just couldn’t say no. How could she when he looked at her with those pleading eyes and she just wanted to make him happy.
Well, look where that got them now.
Mittens looked at him. Shook her head. No. Absolutely not. She wasn’t going to let him walk away from this scot free. He was going to have to take responsibility for his actions and help raise their children, whether he wanted to or not. “Meow,” she told him sternly. “Meow mrrow mew meow meow.” And if he for a second thought he could toss them to the side of the road… well, Mittens just might tear him apart piece by piece and feed him to her children.
Wow. She was really doing this, she was really bringing THAT up. He knew deep inside that he had a problem. Sure it took him longer to realize it than most. The first time he was on cat nip he had dozed off while their son was drowning in a swimming pool. He sank like a rock, the two-legs had to pick him out of the pool and take him somewhere to resuscitate. Sure he lived, but he had to learn to walk and talk again. That should have been the moment he knew he had a problem, but it wasn't. It took being on cat nip a second time. When he forgot to pick up that exact son from Petsmart's daycare that a hawk came down at him and picked up a mouse that was right next to him on the side walk. He didn't react fast enough to save his piece of prey. But if his son had been there that hawk would have taken him and he wouldn't have reacted fast enough.
The thought of what could have happened, what could have been had made him cut the abuse right then and there and for a time things were perfect. Mittens and him grew to have a loving relationship once more, the kits were happy. He thought Mittens had finally forgiven him until he learned that she too was on catnip. She wasn't fit to be a mother. She didn't deserve such a title. Not after their kit fell into that swimming pool a second time while Mittens was on catnip and sank like a rock only this time he didn't come back up. That time he hadn't come back to life. That time had been his last time to live all because Mittens was as worse as he had been. Now she wanted to lecture him.
He let out a cold icy bark of laughter, "Meow meow meow meow memow mew."
Because someone had to tell her off. Someone had to put this addict in her place.
