Hello Again~ [closed]

They'd met a few times. It wasn't all the time, but it was every so often. Last time he saw her was about a moon ago, her belly plump with what he assumed to be kittens. They would wander to Fourtrees some nights just to escape the Clan for some alone time. Sometimes she was there. Sometimes she wasn't. It wasn't planned, but he did enjoy seeing her.

Larktalon could scent her nearby, and his tail curled with anticipation. Nosing through the brush, he spotted her; a white she-cat bathing under the moonlight. The SkyClan tom waited for a moment before making his presence known. "Dawnstrike," he near purred, giving a nod of acknowledgement to her. He walked in a casual stride, not making much haste to reach her. He didn't say much else, but as he neared her, he could tell that her belly was no longer swelled with kits. He kept quiet. "How is WindClan?

ooc: i fail

It's been awhile since she visited the fourtrees. When she was expecting kits she wasn't able too move around much she wasn't even allowed too leave camp. Now however with four beautiful kit's she was able too once again roam the floors of the forest so she snuck over to the four-trees again. Four kits they were all beautiful... Daisykit, Ivorykit, Rowankit and Witherkit she was thankful for every one of them. Dawnstrike basked in the moon-light her nose giving a slight twitch as she picked up a familiar scent. Dawnstrike blinked she didn't want too see Larktalon they only met a few times but she felt strangely connected too the skyclan tom but she knew it was wrong so she was avoiding him. She had a mate and now she had kits its what every she-cat wanted in their lives. The pretty she-cat's head slightly turned when she had heard Larktalon calling her name and the former queen had stayed quiet for a brief moment. "Larktalon.. Evening." She mewed normally her eyes shifting away from the strangely seductive tom.

She didn't glance back towards him when he had asked that question she was sure that he had knew that she gave birth too kits, what should she tell him about it maybe it would be better if she lied..? Dawnstrike's ear gave a slight twitch "It's fine.. I recently gave birth but.." Dawnstrike had paused staying deadly silent and acting as if something horrible had happened too her. Her bright blue eyes then shifted back towards Larktalon a glint of sadness in them. Why was she lying she herself didn't know, Dawnstrike felt her heart race with anxiety unsure if he would believe her story or not. "They all passed away.."

Larktalon could see how tense her muscles were. She was always like that. Quiet, and almost annoyed at him. He didn't mind it. She would just be harder to convince was all. He reflected for a bit. He'd remembered when they first met. She had just been made a warrior. She was much more sweet and open then. Now, she was more reserved. Dawnstrike never asked him how he was or if anything was new. But he still found the she-cat back at Fourtrees.

Larktalon gave a solemn nod. All of her kits had passed. How unfortunate. But why didn't he feel remorse? He knew what it was like to lose a loved one, too. His brother had died moons ago. They never found his body, but he suspected it was a badger, as one was chased off near the time of his brother's disappearance. His expression fell, and he stared at his paws. Larktalon's brother was the world to him. And now he was gone. He tried to push back the thought.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he breathed. His depressed tone seemed to add a hint of sympathy to his words, although he felt hardly any sympathy toward the she-cat at all. "I wish there was something I could do to help." The lumbering tom passed his tail over hers alluringly. It was too bad that her mate wasn't fertile enough for the WindClan queen. Too bad indeed.

"There's always next time," he tried to assure her, shifting in thought. Larktalon could sense a hint of unease in the air. He paused before speaking. "Not much has happened in SkyClan... But I almost died from green-cough about a moon ago. Good thing my brother was there." He fell silent again, his whiskers drooping.


ooc: and that all i can think up

She surprised herself.

She never knew that she was able too deceive others so easily she never had tried too do it before. Mainly because Dawnstrike was naturally a honest and open minded cat but not tonight.. Her mood had changed entirely the setting of this conversation turned gloomy and she turned gloomy with it. She tried too picture all four of her kits, dead and taken away from her she couldn't imagine how hard that was or how hard it would be but she tried her best too continue with her lies. Dawnstrike had felt a tad bit of guilt for Larktalon she still wasn't sure why she was lying too him but in someway it felt like it was the right thing too do, after all Dawnstrike saw no point in telling him that she gave birth too four beautiful kits, no point at all.. The light ginger she-cat's whiskers twitched slightly she never knew that Larktalon had been sick over these couple moons she was glad that he was feeling better. "How are you feeling now..? Better?" Dawnstrike had asked not saying much more too his other comments.

She had almost felt affection for the tom although she knew in her heart was wrong but Dawnstrike had felt like Lightfoot was distancing himself more and more away from her it made her slightly suspicious how he was always chatting with Leaftail instead with his own four kits but Larktalon was from another clan she couldn't possibly be attached too him.. could she? When she felt his tail on her tail it didn't faze her at all it felt comforting. Beautiful crystal blue eyes stared intently at Larktalons own eyes.. Too bad he was from another clan, to bad indeed. Her gaze had dropped onto the forest floor only muttering a single word in response. "Yeah.."

Larktalon felt a purr rise in his throat at her concern. He couldn't tell whether it was forced, casual, or sincere- not like he cared. "I'm better," he admitted. His time being sick was very uncomfortable. Stuffed in the medicine cat's den was not fun, not to mention all of the strange scents of herbs and the like. Larktalon was almost certain he was going to die. He was going to die alone. He had no mate to call his own. Was that why he was so compelled to woo the young she-cat?

"How have you and-" He paused. What was the tom's name again? Lightstep something or another? "How are you and your mate doing?" he asked. It was a reasonable question. There wasn't anything to hide, was there? Plus, he was curious of how the tomcat was. Not his health in particular, but if the two were getting along. He had to know if there were any windows of opportunity for him.