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The russet-colored bengal tabby tom made his way through the dark territory that belonged to Primal Instinct. His nose was scrunched up as he tried not to inhale the disgusting stench that was Primal Instinct - it smelled of rotting flesh, for the most part. His green gaze shifted as the looming estate towered proudly in the background, and he let a sigh escape his maw as he stopped a little bit over Primal Instinct's territory. He knew if they caught a DayClan cat here, he would surely be captured and taken prisoner among the filth that are both cruel and conniving. In all honesty, Jackalblood despised Primal Instinct, but alas, it's where his love and two of his kits dwelled.
He turned and padded up to a gnarled tree, placing three beautiful purple starflowers down against the roots. His scent was all over the flowers; a musky rain smell, mixed in with oak and the slight scent of starflowers, which happened to be his favorite. Looking to the sky, he sent a silent prayer that Samara would be making her rounds today and would find the flowers; it was a signal that he would be waiting for her in their spot.
Turning on his heel, the tom-cat padded away, heading to the secret herb garden that he tended to right outside of Primal Instinct. This was the place where he had first met Samara and fell in love, back when he was a rogue. As he approached his destination, he pushed aside the vines that hid the old fox den, and slipped inside. In their full glory were his herbs, which consisted of thyme, coltsfoot, borage leaves, catmint, lavender, yarrow, and even deathberries (just in case anybody decided to do him wrong). He slid down onto his belly and rested there for a moment, his eyes closing as his breathing slowed down. Samara should be arriving any moment now, Were his last thoughts before falling into a light sleep.
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Post by Spiderheart on Aug 12, 2019 22:23:36 GMT -5
Samara had found some difficulty in getting away from the ever watching eyes of the cats she lives among, she had hoped to go for a stroll without being stopped but as always questions were asked and lies were told. She shook out her fawn and silver coat as she padded through Primal Instincts territory, the smell of this place was overwhelming to newcomers, but she had grown used to it after living here for so long, she also took extra care of her pelt taking time each day to cover herself in a different sweet smelling flower.
The she-cat had began to daydream as she moved closer to the border, her heart fluttering as one cat in particular crossed her mind. Jackalblood. She had met the tom hen he lived as a rogue, the two of them even had kits though they had split them into pairs, two living with her while two moved with him to DayClan where he now called home. She would not admit to any cat in her group, but she truly did love him and it pained her that she had to wait for moments like this to see him.
Her thoughts wavered as the knowingly sweet scent of Starflower wrapped itself around her, she looked to the ground and just outside of her border spotted the beautiful flowers laying neatly beside a tree. It was a cute way of telling her he would be waiting. Samara felt her pelt tingle with joy, her two differently colored eyes shinning, one a soft blue while the other an earthy amber. Carefully she picked her way across the scent line and made for his secret garden, the first place they had met. "Jackalblood?" She purred poking her head in through the vines, his sleeping form looking so peaceful.
Jackalblood was sound asleep long before she arrived. He knew the difficulties she faced upon coming here; everyone watched her closely, anticipating her every step. That's what it was like for every cat in Primal Instinct. Most were tight-knit, yet they still watched each other with a close eye. You may never know who will backstab you until the very end. It was a strange way to live your life in such a group. Jackalblood was used to the warmth and kindness of DayClan, where everyone was a family. But, still, there was a certain strangeness that clung to that clan like a cloak.
The tom was dreaming, his paws and whiskers twitching ever so slightly. In said dream, there was an expanse of a meadow, one of the many fields that belong to DayClan's territory. A vast array of flowers bloomed in bunches and a gentle breeze was ruffling through, making the expanse look like a large mirage of dancing colors. In front of his vision were kits chasing each other, ones that looked similar to his current ones yet somehow different. There were three of them, all running along happily and singing cheers, adorably so. He felt a tongue rasp over his shoulder, and he turned to see Samara, gazing into his eyes with love swirling deep within them. The look in her eyes caused his chest to burst with happiness, and he leaned forward, pressing his nose against hers.
In this dream, everything was perfect. She had moved to DayClan to be with him, and just in time to give birth to a new litter of kits. But, of course, that was only a dream; would Samara ever do such a thing? Probably not. Primal Instinct was her home.
And that was a dilemma.
Upon hearing her sweet, sugary voice, Jackalblood lifted his head sleepily, his eyes slowly blinking open as a yawn caused his maw to part and bare his pearly white fangs. "Sam, mi amor," The bengal began, his thick Spanish accent dripping honey with every word, "la flor más dulce en flor. You look absolutely delectable, darling; as always. Your beauty knows no match." Jackalblood rose from his place upon the ground, a soft groan being squeezed out of his throat as he stretched his long legs. With a flirtatious look in his eye, he approached Samara, his tongue flicking out and running over the top of her head.
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Post by Spiderheart on Aug 13, 2019 23:22:02 GMT -5
A purr rumbled in her throat as he began to speak, she didn't think she would ever grow tired of hearing his voice. "You are such a sweet talker, you know that?" She smiled her eyes glowing as he ran his tongue along the top of her head, she wanted nothing more than to stay by his side but the differences in their living situations remained an issue so she settled for these private meetings. "Have you been waiting long?" She had warned him how difficult it was to slip away, and a few time had even been unable to make it because of certain situations happening at the time. It pained her that it was so hard to even see him when she wanted to.
While waiting for his reply she moved closer brushing her pelt along his before sitting down, the scents of the herbs around her strong. She loved his garden, it relaxed her and it was special to them. Samara fell in love with Jackalblood here, though it had taken some time he was persistent and she was unable to avoid her feelings any longer. Now they had kits, all healthy and grown though she hated that they were not together as a family they all seemed to be getting on fine.
