Unwanted Attention (closed)

Of all his clanmates, Sablestrike found it easiest to talk with Swiftheart. Conversing with her was just simply easier than other, he didn't have to think, the words just flowed around her without needing much thought. That was starting to turn around however, as more and more eyes seemed to turn to watch them. He could hear voices, some whispers some not, but most all of them pointed out how perfect of a couple they seemed. None of them had any idea that Swiftheart wasn't the mother of his kits. Sablestrike felt like he was about to start squirming in his skin from the discomfort of it all.

"Swiftheart, I-" Before the tom could speak his mind he noticed a younger molly stepping up to them. She seemed almost pensive, but eventually found her voice. When she spoke, her voice was soft, but the question she asked was something he had hoped would never be asked. "Wh-when did we know we were right for each other?" The tom repeated her question to buy time for his answer, but even that didn't do much for him. Sablestrike turned to Swiftheart, single golden eye pleading for her to find the answer he couldn't.

The past moons of pretending to be the deputies mate had been difficult at first. She never knew how to interact with him in a way that was both respectful to her dear friend Heatherberry while also keeping up appearances that would cement the idea in their clanmates heads the illusion that Sablestrike and herself were indeed together.

She at first did not want to be around him - not because she did not enjoy his company. She very much so did enjoy his company.

It was because she was worried she would say something in a slip up that would cause further questioning. She would be so upset with herself if she allowed Heatherberry's life to be destroyed just because her friend was in love.



So, more recently she decided in order to protect things for all three of them she had to act. She would play her part and put her mind to it. And she was a natural at it - it was actually kinda easy at times. She just pretended he was a super close friend and then just was herself around him. Being natural was her best hope in this.

What did that mean for her? Well lots of talking of course the more she talked the more likely she figured any small mistake would be covered in the mass sea of words she could burry any curious onlookers in. And being happy and joyful as per usual and just generally happy. Perhaps the hardest part for her was remembering he was supposed to be her mate and not just a close friend. She knew if someone in the clan really knew her they would expect her to act a certain way and she would do just that no matter how it tore her up and made her feel gutted inside.

When the younger molly came over and timidly asked him the question she watched to see what he would do. She bit gently at her tongue trying not to giggle too much at him struggling and squirming a bit. She met his eyes of near pleading and she rolled her eyes slightly. This was never gonna work if he couldnt get his things together and she narrowed her eyes a little at him but only for a split second.

Getting up to her paws to go bail him out.

"Honnn there you are" she squealed happily brushing her forehead against his shoulder gently and settling down next to his side even leaning into him a little bit. She let out a content purr and glanced up at him. She gave him a little wink of reassurance that this would be the easiest thing ever and over soon maybe.

"How did we know!?" she purred in her sing-songy happy meow.

"It's actually a funny story really. It all started a while back hard to remember exactly" she glanced up as if pondering about it in deep thought even though beneath the act and mask of it all she knew exactly the story already this was all just for show.


"we were out sparring and having a grand time." More hiding, more lies and cover ups - it had been anything but a grand time when it happened.

"and we accidently gave each other matching scars, and after that we both felt so bad and started hanging out more and more and well" she looked cutely up at her mate of lies and held a front paw to her cheek "Things just worked out after that"

She pointed her paw to Sablestrike's scar and her own scar that they had left each other with. Below all her acting and beneath the mask she wore she felt much differently. She was doing this to try and protect Heather and Heather's kits. While she was friends with Sable sure the scars were very representative of their relationship - non fatal but still a visible mark of a tarnished once more whole thing.