Territory put her canine teeth in the side of my neck // smokewreath + lichentuft

[hazecloud]

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"You two, get over here." The smoky queen hissed as she stepped off the path of their walk to divert into the grasses less trotted through. Someplace quieter, away from the splashing shores and further into the flower-dappled meadows. The sweet smells of blossoms were welcomed by the molly as she rubbed her cheek across the stretches of stems.

Lichentuft and Smokewreath had been kind in keeping Hazecloud entertained on this new journey of theirs. Their friendship had predated Smoke's kits, but his horrid choice of a sire in them had brought unstable tension around them, unable to pry him back into her company until he made the choice himself. She had very little exposure to the process from Smoke, his verbal explanations only so helpful (and sometimes frightful). Their teamwork in caring for her had brought about another topic that had been left ignored far too long for her liking. Using this to corner some answers was the perfect idea, to her.

"So, before its next moon and I'm up to my ears in snotty little kittens, as you say Smokewreath..." Hazecloud's wobbly gait made her awkwardly sit, shifting with the occasional kick to her ribs. "What should my kits call you? We've been sharing a nest for moons, now. You share prey with Lichen and myself, your kits have started looking at us for permission that you would normally give... I mean, you're taking me on a date right now!" Hazecloud sounded exasperated, but she had been careful not to let the stress settle in her too much after having been told how poor it is for the health of her kits.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — @Smokewreath @lichentuft
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  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 31 MOONS ･ SHIPYARD CAT ･ PENNED BY @gonkpilled!

  a smoky blue molly with warm green eyes. haze is a short and stout molly with a longhaired pelt that is beautifully kept. she is a highly skilled, agile swimmer and fisher with a surprising mischievous streak.

 

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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"What do you mean 'date'?" The dark tom asked, tone baffled and expression dismissive - this wasn't a date, he'd been bullied up from his nap to go on a 'walk' and now he was being scolded. Typical. He should've known this was some kind of ambush with how sweetly he'd been rouse from his slumber and not prodded, poked and pummeled with paws as was the usual method of getting him upright. Smokewreath shook his head slowly, glancing at the lynx point at his side before giving a general huff, shoulder's slouching, "I don't know what you want from me-what do you want to call it because I don't need any fancy name or title for it."
It just was what it was, maybe other cats would make assumptions, maybe not - maybe they'd mind their business if they knew what was good for them but as he rolled his long orange eye and thought about it he knew the answer to Hazecloud's question was the obvious one in his head, it felt natural, it was what he'd always been called by his kits.
"...dad is fine." There was an almost sheepish, awkwardness to the words spoken, his fur bristling as if he'd been cornered by a dog and was not attempting to make himself look more imposing, bigger, attempting to dwarf what was threatening him but what was threatening him was not so easily balked by his display; emotions could not be hissed an growled at to obey him anymore than he could get those two to get off his back. It was a losing battle.

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smoke

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
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