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Diesdrè's eyes widened from the fact that he had seven younger siblings alone. How many siblings did he have his age, then? Did he have any at all? Why did he have so many siblings? "Oh my gods," She began giggling, "your mother and father must've gone at it like rabbits!" She howled, doubling over from the hilarity. "Goodness, I've never had kits. Which is a blessing, in a way."
He didn't appreciate her talking about his parents like that, but let it slide for a moment. He didn't have to divulge his entire life story to her, yet Roaringsun had enough honor for his family to at least defend his parents names some. "It's not like my parents concieved the entire clan." He flicked his tail once more, this time leaving it out in the open for a moment. If she had enough decency she would notice his sign of annoyance. "My mothers second litter was just big is all. I'm the youngest of three from my litter." He huffed.
What she said wasn't entirely far from the truth though- if his parents were still alive, he was sure his mother would either have had or be pregnant with a third litter by now. They were the absolute definition of love birds in their time alive together. Roaringsun admired the love they had for each other back then, and even now he still respects it. When he was young and innocent he dreamt of finding a love like the one his parents had. Now that he was older and the world has scarred him he had no want to settle down anymore. Passion with strangers was great every once in a while though, like the feelings he felt with Diesdrè; for he knew that they would never meet again. There would be no consequences.
Diesdrè noticed his change in demeanor, and suddenly she was aware she said something wrong. What happened to his parents? Curiosity blossomed within her eyes, yet she stayed quiet, knowing better than to say anything. "That's okay, my father's a.. ahem, flirt, I guess you can say? If only I knew how many half siblings I have..." She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head at the thought.
"Oops, ruined the mood! Damn, what a shame too. Things seemed like they were going good too. My bad." Roaringsun matched her dry laugh with his own. Another good example of his depressing superpower. "Is there a way we can start back on a good page? Should I call myself Pyro again?" He hummed, tucking his tail back behind his paws.
"Hey, don't stress," Diesdrè purred, leaning over and rasping her tongue over his cheek in an attempt to comfort him. "You didn't ruin the mood, you're fine. I should've chosen my words more carefully. I'm sorry." There was sincerity dancing in her eyes and her voice, though on the inside, it was all apart of her plan. Seducing him wouldn't be too hard, not at this rate.
He felt his fur warm immensly when she licked him. He looked her dead in the eyes and smiled warmly, unsheathing his paws and scratching the earth below in excitement. He revelaed his patched tail and lightly wrapped it around her body so as to barely touch her. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine; I'll always end up fine in the end. It's just the way things go." He poked her supposedly injured paw lightly to see if she flinched or not. When she didn't, his warm smile turned into an almost sinister smirk. "I see your leg seems to be fine. Would you like me to escort you back somewhere safer?" He raised a browbone to her.
As soon as his claws unsheathed and began to claw at the ground wildly, she knew she had him. A devious smirk was placed upon her lips as she snuggled in closer to Roaringsun, allowing his tail to caress her sides. A little sigh escaped her vocals and she rested her head on his shoulder, a purr apparent in her throat. When he lightly touched her 'hurt' paw, she didn't flinch, and instead cuddled into him closer, to where they were sharing the same breath. "Hmm," She pondered for a moment, running the choices through her head of what she could do. But, as long as she was alone with him, it didn't really matter. "Yeah, that sounds lovely!"
"I know the perfect place. Follow me." He lead Diesdrè with him closer to where SpringClan and WinterClans borders both meet the rogue lines, stepping into no mans land along with her. He brought the SpringClan rogue into a small cavern lined with crystaline rocks sparkling from the sunlight fluttering into the very beginning of the cave. The back of it was darker, more secluded, more muffled than the rest as the small cave grew even smaller and darker then more you went in. "We should be safe here. Patrols rarely come over this way and not many outsiders tend to nest in these parts."
Diesdrè followed him closely, her sides brushing against his as the pair walked together. She raised a browbone as he took her into no mans land, and she wondered what he had in mind. When he took her to the cave, though, she was taken back. Crystals lined the walls in a different array of colors, sparkling in the sunlight and causing the cavern to light up in a heavenly glow. She peeked towards the back of the cave, and found it to be way darker; just like she liked it. Her pawsteps led her further back, until where there was little to no sunlight, and her crystal blue eyes shifted over to gaze at Roaringsun. "This so so beautiful," Diesdrè said, seemingly out of breath from just the look of it all.
