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As he sidled closer, Snakeshiver dropped her gaze. She saw herself in the water, unsure of why this tom did all this for her. "You've been the best part of it," she said softly, still gazing at her own reflection. "I don't understand why you've stuck by me this whole time, but I'm thankful."
Steam rose from the water’s surface like thin white fingers, reaching for the bright blue sky above. The water was warm, seeping into every pore in his body. But his chest was warmest of all, livened by his heart that thumped thumped steadily. He was scared, he knew. Fearful because he knew he could lose her. What if he was wrong; what if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she didn’t want to be with someone like him – as coarse and wild as he was? But he was tired of hiding his feelings. The moment just felt right.
His confession shocked her, but happiness coursed under her fur. Turning her gaze back up to his, Snakeshiver offered him a soft smile. "Really?" she asked, tipping her head to the side slightly. "Even after putting up with all my complaining?" She tried to go for teasing, but she couldn't help but keep the truth out of her voice. Without realizing it, she had moved closer to him still.
“I like your complaining,” he teased. Snakeshiver was an iron maiden, and as much as he loved and respected her toughness, it was endearing when she shed her icy exterior to be vulnerable with him. He looked deep into her amber eyes as she floated closer to him, and there he saw his own reflection. And for the first time in a long time, he felt at home.
"Better than putting up with yours, I guess," she meowed haughtily, tossing her head and sending water flying from her whiskers. Amusement and a hint of a challenge flashed in her eyes, leaving herself utterly exposed to Hyenaprowl. He knew her inside and out, and it was nothing like she had ever felt before.
He rolled his eyes and bumped her shoulder affectionately. “Then we’re even, then.” His whiskers twitched with amusement, and eyes shined with a playful glint. “Well, not completely even. One of us still has four working legs.” It was easier to joke about it when he knew she’d be ok.
"If you keep going like that you're going to join the lame leg party," she said with a roll of her eyes, though a smile still on her maw. "Tell me more about your past, what do you want for your future?"
“Well…” Hyenaprowl started, but he quickly found himself stumped. He was the type of cat that never put stock in the future. It was too uncertain for a city cat. Even now he hadn’t gotten into the mindset of thinking of tomorrow – he hadn’t built his nest out of bracken, moss and feathers – his nest was rigid plywood and shredded ferns – built not to last moons, but to carry him to the next morning.
But he had had a thought – not a plan, but a vision really. “I always wanted kits. Not a lot, just a few. You know – ones I could raise all good and watch become proud warriors. Real warriors. And they’d have families of their own, and stuff. Make their old da’ proud.” He laughed and studied his paws. It was embarrassing to share his hopes for the future, but if there was any cat he could open up to, it was Snakeshiver.
“Can you imagine me? Surrounded by a dozen squealing grandkits?” He laughed again, almost expecting her to tell him how ridiculous that was.
A soft purr rolled out of the she-cat, giving a small shake of her head. "I can totally see that," she chuckled, closing her eyes and imaging that image. A rush of fuzzy heat came over her, realizing what getting there might mean. "Are you saying you want kits, er, someday?" Snakeshiver chuckled out her nervousness, hoping that she hadn't come off too direct.
[ i love you, i love them, but im not active enough in nightclan to keep up with anything :u maybe we can have babies and have her die since pinesimmer is away in sunclan right now? nightclan just isn't doing it for me anymore sobs ]
[ that’s a little heartbreaking but do whatever you feel is right! ♥ ]
Hyenaprowl could practically feel the heat radiating off her, and the suggestion there. His smirk was more sheepish, but still bright when he added, “yeah. I’d like that.”
Things had progressed so quickly with Snakeshiver; he went from moons knowing her only in passing, to that night where she’d gotten injured, to being her biggest supporter while she recovered, all in the blink of an eye. He’d never thought he’d have a mate – he was an outsider, too rough around the edges, with little respect for anyone or anything. Who could find anything to love in that? But Snakeshiver brought out the best in him. This moment with her felt like the harmony he’d been seeking for so long.
[ i know i'm sorry, i'm already having a hard enough time as it is with the few characters that I have rip. also nightclan is just not my vibe right now lmao ]
"I would too I think," she said with a soft smile, turning her odd colored eyes up to the pale furred tom. "It's not something I had ever envisioned for myself, then again, I never saw myself finding someone that I wanted to spend the rest of my life beside." They had yet to say those three words, but there was a hopeful glimmer in her eyes as she looked at Hyenaprowl. He was her match in every way.
A burst of excitement flashed in his chest as her pale amber eyes met his burnished gold, and he ventured out his scarred muzzle, hesitant at first, but reaching out to come to a rest on her shoulder. The embrace filled him with a warmth greater than the depths of the hot spring, as he allowed himself to be absorbed by her scent.
"Is that something you would want . . . with me?" she asked softly, leaning into the embrace. She had never imagined herself as a mother, never wanted to be one, until Hyenaprowl.
