Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished!
It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.
Owl has been pacing for– she squints towards the sun, sees it already kissing the horizon, the sky cast in pink and orange hues– hours, she guesses. She was nervous. She does not get nervous. Well, almost never. She got nervous about heights, but that was very reasonable. This was not… reasonable.
Daz, since they first met– well, okay, not since they first met– there was, perhaps, a brief but also very reasonable period where she'd tried to get him and his siblings to leave her dear family at the barn alone– but the past many moons, has been her dearest friend and companion, and now her mate, and would by all indications be happy to be told she was going to be a parent. So why was Owl nervous? Well, it wasn't exactly planned. They hadn't explicitly talked about it, just vaguely, a nice idea for the future… but it was happening… now. She thinks, at least. She's never been pregnant before. But she was pretty sure, and when she'd talked to some of the mollies in the barn who had had litters before, they confirmed her suspicions.
She's still pacing, she realizes, and with a sigh and a shake of her head, she forces herself to stop. Unreasonable! It was going to be fine. With a vague semblance of resolve, she heads back into the barn, seeking Daz out, heart beating out of her chest when she spots him. What if he's not happy? Oh, for the love of… she shakes her head again, purring softly in an attempt to soothe her soul, walking up to her mate. She brushes her nose against her cheek, presses her own cheek to her shoulder.
"Daz," she meows, "I have something… I have something I need to tell you…" she sits down in front of him, tail curling around her feet almost protectively. She blinks at him, as if willing her to read her mind, so she doesn't have to say it– but although Daz is gifted in many ways, he is, unfortunately, not a mindreader. She knows she has to tell him. Out with it, Owl… "I think– and I know we've discussed it, but we never really… and if you don't want to, you know, be involved then I… but if you do, and I hope you do–" she feels her cheeks heat up with mild embarrassment. She's rambling. "Daz, I think I'm pregnant."
