Private Territory It Was Always Me And You 🌹 Copperstorm

[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

Come on, come on
We can go away

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Copperstorm fussed over her the whole walk over here. Normally she might be a little annoyed but given recent events she found she relished in the concern from her mate even if she stubbornly kept her eyes forward. The far edge of Thunderclan's territory- an all too familiar fenceline just beyond the safety of the brush. Her old den hidden from view just behind it all. Dewshine sat, waiting for the tom to sit beside her before silently wrapping her tail around him. As if he would disappear if she didn't.

"It's hard to believe it's been almost a whole year since we met here." She hums out, staring at the fence. What was once her fence. How many days and nights had they spent there? Just talking the hours away? Pestering Copper about life outside of a twoleg's safety and shelter? Him asking her what kittypet life was like and why she stayed. At what point had it bloomed from a simple friendship to something more? She couldn't recall an exact moment as much as she wracked her brain for an answer.

She finally forces herself to look to her mate, orange eyes barely meeting gold. Her heart is threatening to beat right out of her chest. Did other cats feel this way when sharing such news? Maybe not, surely they didn't have stakes like this. It was why she'd dragged him all the way out here, as far from the Shadowclan border as possible.

"Copper, I'm pregnant..."

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We Don't Need Them

DEWSHINE

✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm had moved along with his mate quietly, brooding often. The fight between SkyClan and ThunderClan had made him think... think far too much. About what could have been lost, what he could have lost. The memory of claws, of blood in the air, of Dewshine caught in the middle of it all...It made his stomach twist. So when she had asked him to come on this walk, he had grumbled and muttered, insisting she needed rest after such a fight. He didn't want her wandering. Didn't want her pushing herself. Didn't want her slipping from his side for even a moment.

And then she had spoken...

For a heartbeat, Copperstorm forgot how to breathe. The words clung to the air between them, louder than the thunder of his pulse in his ears. Pregnant. His kits. Their kits. He felt like a young apprentice again, overwhelmed by something far greater than he could hold. The joy was immediate and fierce, it made his chest burn, his throat tighten. He wanted to laugh, to cry, to cling to her and never let go. And yet. The joy tangled with a darker, heavier fear. The shadow of his father slithered into his thoughts unbidden, a venom he could never seem to wash out. Would he find out? Would he come again, hunting them in the night, teeth bared for Dewshine, for his kits? Would he destroy the one good thing Copperstorm had ever clawed out of the world for himself?

He clenched his jaw, drawing a sharp breath through his nose, and forced the storm to settle. His eyes softened as they found hers again, that gentle orange glow that grounded him when all else threatened to unravel. Slowly, carefully, he leaned into her, pressing his muzzle to her cheek as a low, rough purr rumbled from deep in his chest. " Dewshine… His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. [Color=goldenrod ]" You don't know what this means to me. You've just given me the greatest gift I could ever dream of. "[/color]

He pulled back just enough to look at her fully, his gaze fierce and full of promise. " I won't let him touch you. Or them. I swear it. No shadow he casts will reach you while I'm here. " His tail twined tightly with hers, a protective knot. " We'll raise them together. Love them together. And nothing... Nothing will take that from us. "

A shaky smile tugged at his muzzle then, breaking through the intensity of his words. He nudged her lightly, tenderly, as though afraid she might slip away if he pressed too hard. " We're going to be parents, love. Can you believe it? "

But when his gaze strayed to the sky above, the smile wavered, just for a split second. StarClan, please… don't let my kits know the kind of fear I grew up with. Don't let them carry my father's shadow. Let them grow with love, not claws and teeth.

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