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the Ivoryzenith & Elegant-terror thread from this plot thread
Elegant-terror found being a queen tedious, had come to the conclusion that she was not suited for it. But dalliances that were doomed from the start should be paid for she supposed, and this punishment would have her never making such mistakes again. The only blessing was that there were plenty of other kits in the nursery and as a result her children never saw reason to bother her. And when they did her lack of interest in them seemed sufficent to send them skittering off once again. The downside to this approach though was the other queens disapproving responses to such actions. But that was alright, Elegant-terror found their devotion to this concept of motherhood as off-putting as they found her. Something she found even more off putting where the devoted fathers and mates to these she-cats, and Ivoryzenith was at the forefront.
The tom seemed to come to the nursery to check in on Silverscepter and his kits at-least once a day rain of shine. It made Elegant-terror want to throw up in her mouth.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 9, 2020 19:03:48 GMT -5
(omg i'm here)
Of course Ivoryzenith came in to check on his kits as much as he could. It was his joy as a father to shower them with as much attention and love as he could. Spending his days in the warriors den away from Silverscepter was torture, but he knew it was necessary. So he spent his time hunting for her, to make sure each of them could be as strong and healthy as he could help. Though, as of late, there was a darkness under his eyes. It seemed the white king tended to get wrapped up in the affairs of other's. Well, dragged into really. First, some of the other cast members took a special interest in picking on him. And then he was given Creaturepaw as an apprentice, the black cat tending to keep him up throughout the night. Still, he kept up with his visits. As the sun continued across the sky from it's highest point, he slipped into the nursery, a squirrel hanging from his jaws.
"Well, don't you look just chipper," she drawled as she watched Ivoryzenith enter the den. Finding a sense of surprise in the state of the normally so bright tom, though she supposed it wasn't a surprise. She had winced in sympathy when the tom had been assigned Creaturepaw as an apprentice, having been forced to tolerate that particular apprentices company one to many times for her own taste. Then again maybe he was just being dragged down by the eventuality of knowing these kits now relied on him completely. She knew tolerating her own kits got more dragging every day that passed with them running around her paws. She thought about drowning them in a river with increasing frequency.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 23, 2020 15:48:33 GMT -5
Ivoryzenith wasn't doing well, but he was a good guy. That was his title basically. Ivoryzenith "The White King". So as much as biting remarks stung the inside of his mouth, he smiled behind the squirrel. "Hello Elegantterror. I see your day is going as pleasant as you." Ivory dipped his head briefly before approaching his mate. Setting the squirrel down in front of Silverscepter, he pressed his nose against the top of her head gently as their kits scurried around them. Right, it was for this. He couldn't forget. He can't let himself forget. It was why pulling himself away was as sweet as it was bitter.
