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Diesdrè moved through the undergrowth of the forest with purpose in her steps, her blue eyes narrowed as her harsh breathing rattled against her ribcage. WinterClan's scents were mixed around her, causing her nostrils to flare from the stench. It had been a moon since she had seen the mysterious Roaringsun; a full moon since their night locked with passionate lust. Love? No, there was none. Diesdrè was incapable of feeling love, even for her own damned father, Feynvul.
But hatred? She felt that whole-heartedly.
The enchantress burst through the entrance of WinterClan's camp, her eyes scanning the area as cats began to turn and stare at her. "Where is Roaringsun?!" She screeched, her eyes alit with fire burning deep within them.
Valleystar turned, noticing the unfamiliar she-cat in her territory. She was quick to react, stepping through the crowd that had gathered and emerging to the front, a scowl apparent on her face. "What is your business with Roaringsun, rogue?" She growled, her tail lashing out behind her.
"None of your business, wench," Diesdrè replied, squaring up to WinterClan's Sovereign; a dangerous feat.
Hiddencrest's head jerked up from where he had been comfortably lounging in camp, his pelt cooling off from the long day of heat and sun. But the sudden commotion was alarming; especially when he had heard the strange she-cat's screech met with Valleyswirl's. Not that he felt a particular component to protect her or anything, but he definitely wanted to keep his Clan safe. The large gray and black marked tom sprang up, his pelt bristling out as he stalked from the shade and towards the two tense felines. "You have some nerve wandering into the middle of a well Guarded camp," he growled lowly, his eyes swimming with a defensive energy. he stood equal to the Sovereign, his claws unsheathing for any possible outcome that might fling itself at him.
Whatever Roaringsun had done, he'd definitely upset the she-cat. She seemed on a warpath; unluckily for her, most of WinterClan was incredibly stubborn. "State your business or we'll have you thrown out. You might think its okay to throw a tantrum in the middle of a rival Clan, SpringClanner," he could smell the flowery scents on her, "but you'll be shown WinterClan's tolerance for Rouges like you is not even above the dirt level."
Roaringsun almost strolled out of the soldiers den as a large yawn split his jaws. "By the ancients... There seems to be a lot going on out here." His statement ended with a flcik of his ears. When he noticed Diesdrè fuming in the middle of the camps outer entrance ring his entire body froze. Wasn't he supposed to never see her again? It's been how long.. A moon? What did she want? The pale ginger tom pushed himself through the crowd. "Diesdrè? What are you doing here? What do you want?" His tone was hushed despite the fact that they were talking blatantly in the front of camp.
His fur prickled uneasily as he watched Roaringsun approach the she-cat, looking taken aback and shocked. The large gray tom's tail flicked to and fro with a sort of annoyed air, partly at Roaringsun for this predicament, but mostly at how brash the rouge she-cat was being.
"Move, before I show you what true pain feels like," Diesdrè hissed at Hiddencrest, crouching low to the ground with her ears swiveled against her head as if she was ready to spring into action. Once Roaringsun made himself known, though, her focus in it's entirety was put on him. There was an anger boiling deep within her crystal blue eyes, and it radiated off of her like heat. "YOU!" Diesdrè cried, and flung herself towards him, headbutting him in the chest as hard as she could; surely, it would knock the wind out of him. "You got me pregnant!"
Valleystar blinked once, twice, three times before she could fully comprehend what was going on here. So, Roaringsun got this little spitfire pregnant? She couldn't help but to let out a laugh. "Though I don't support the fact that we have a rogue in our camp, this is your issue, Roaringsun." She said, turning towards the pair. "Take care of your responsibilities, boy, and most importantly, get her out of my damn territory!"
The world stopped turning. He didn't even get to fully register her words before springing back up to his feet and quickly pushing her back- though it was much different than what she must have originally had in mind. His pushing her was lightly shoving her smaller, fluffier frame back towards the camp exit. He shoved her out of the exit and popped his head back in to look at Valleystar and Hiddencrest with a goofey smile, the 'Sorry! Didn't see this coming!' type.
"You don't have to wrap my entire clan in our dirty laundry!" He hissed at Diesdrè. He really, really, wanted to attack her back. How dare she embarass him like that! Did Wolfpaw see the ordeal? Or Blizzardglow? His siblings will never let this go, never let him live this down. Though, if she was telling the truth, surely he couldn't do that to.. the very reluctant mother of this new reluctant fathers kits.
Roaringsun gulped loudly. His patched tail whipped from side to side in annoyance. Gods... Why him? Why did this happen to him of all cats? He wasn't ever meant to be a father. He didn't even help raise his siblings- his sister did all of the work while he spent his days trying to dissapear from the territory entirely. His plans always backfired, always bringing him back home for some reason. This was just another backfired plan. He was never supposed to see her again, but here was Diesdrè in front of him, fuming and just starting to grow plump from the illegitimate litter she carried. "Okay. Business. Kits. Right." His browbone furrowed in a mix of thought and anger. Was there a tinge of exciment underneath it all? "Well. You should stay here for the time being then, right? At least until the litters arrival?" Of course he had far from the authority to allow Diesdrè safe immigration into his clan, but he saw no other options. The last thing he was gonna do was let his own kits be born among rogues.
Diesdrè couldn't believe what was happening. Her whole life she had lived without a care in the world, having only to care and fend for herself. She was taught to be independent from a very young age because of her very harsh father, who didn't believe in childhoods or playing. He kidnapped her from her mother at only a moon old, and her mother is nothing but a vague memory now; all she remembers is the barbarous training she had to endure during those times. Even to this day, he is still training her to become the perfect assassin. Not only does she know how to break hearts, but she knows how to crush them, as well.
And now, here she was; a bloated belly full of developing kits. Could she be a mother? Maybe. Did she want to be a mother? No, certainly not! She was not equipped with the skills to be a mother, nor did she have the time of day to even bother with little hellions.
"Maybe you shouldn't have done what you did, then, fool," Diesdrè countered, her sharp claws digging into the earth below her. "I can't help who I am. Blame my father, I don't care! I have daddy issues, woohoo! But that doesn't mean a fella should take advantage of a girl in a very vulnerable state of mind!" She screeched at the top of her lungs, making sure to let every single cat know. Of course, what she was saying was partly true, but mainly a lie; she had major issues correlating with her father, yet she was the one who used her tricks to seduce Roaringsun; he just played right along into her game.
Valleystar knew that everything she was saying was a lie. She knew Roaringsun; he was not the type to open himself up to someone, let alone have kits with them. This must've been all the work of the enchantress herself, and she knew it. "What you say is full of lies," Valleystar hissed, coming to stand between Roaringsun and Diesdrè, her darkened glare resting on the she-cat with a million suns burning within her eyes. "You have trespassed on WinterClan territory, rogue, and not only caused a scene, but also caused one of my soldier's embarrassment that he does not rightfully deserve. Your wicked ways will not slither it's way into WinterClan. When your kits are born, we will get half; it is only fair. They will be raised to be true WinterClan soldiers, and they will not have any trace of your deceiving charms in their bones. They will be brought up true and just, all by Roaringsun and myself." Every few words, a growl would rise deep within her throat, dominance flaring off of her like fire. Diesdrè herself was astonished by Valleystar, and for once in her life, she shut up.
This could not be happening. This cannot be happening. Wouldn't this be a good time for someone to just come and break him down where he stood? No- Diesdrè already did that as soon as they even smelled each other for the first time. Maybe the earth could just swallow him whole like it did his siblings? At least he deserves it, unlike them.
Roaringsun didn't even listen to Valleystars propesition. His attention was focused on Diesdrè, only Diesdrè and the lies she spat. "PFFT. Like I'm the only one to blame. You do realize it takes two to make a litter, right? How can you put the blame all on me when obivously you were also a willing party in this... situation." He tried to hurry the group a little farther away from the camp. He really didn't want to hear this being repeated later from his younger siblings, though now it was inevitable. If they didn't see all the theatrics already, they would definitely hear about it later. Roaringsun had quite the reputation of being, for a lack of better words, just invisible. Of course his entire family was more known than most others due to their... perculilar deaths, however Roaringsun always did his best to keep a low profile. He didn't speak when he didn't need to. He rarely interacted to anyone other than his own siblings, and often seemed to just dissapear entirely every once in a while without a word. There was a reason he never stood out: he never wanted to.
But, here he was, doing exactly what he tried his entire life to avoid. He stood out. And right now, where he stood was not a good place. Between a rock and a hard place would be an understatment. He wasn't between the devil and the deep blue sea, a rock and a hard place, Scylla and Charybdis- Roaringsun was in hell. Plain and simple. No metaphore needed, enternal damnation and tortue in the form of his hellfire kittens.
