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you can be the boss [spiderstep]
cherrystorm
ShadowClan
Posts: 5
Rank: warrior
Age: 36 moons
Gender: demiboy
Mate: spiderstep
Played By: pumpkin
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Post by cherrystorm on Jun 25, 2015 20:45:02 GMT -5
cherrystorm didn't leave the camp often. most of the time, he preferred to be around his kits. there was so much that could go wrong with kits - they could fall and break something, they could get sick, they could eat something - that he didn't like to leave the fuzzy little morons alone for too long. besides, they were always getting dirty. they were filthy little creatures that were always running up to him with their fur all messed up and if he looked away for even a second they seemed to get covered in mud.
but there was someone else in his life that seemed to constantly get covered in mud.
spiderstep was up to something. he wasn't sure what, but he wanted in. the tom had left the camp early this morning, when cherrystorm had just been rousing the kits and sending them off on their 'chores' - more of an excuse to get some time to doze in the sunlight. ("okay, go find me a beetle or something. biggest beetle wins.") cherrystorm had spotted his mate out of the corner of his eye and had immediately been suspicious. spiderstep generally didn't like to go out in the mornings - his leg was usually stiff and painful after a long sleep.
so cherrystorm had followed him after unloading his kits on one of his denmates. it wasn't that he wanted to get spiderstep in trouble or anything stupid like that. it was more that he wanted in. he didn't care what spiderstep's end goal was, but he always looked forward to furthering whatever the black tom had planned.
except now he had lost the trail of the older warrior. the cat sat with a little huff. "perfect." stupid spiderstep. he was probably just hungry or getting some tail on the side or something. couldn't even invite cherrystorm into the fun. the calico yawned, tail swatting the ground.
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spiderstep
ShadowClan
Posts: 6 
Rank: Warrior
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Mate: Cherrystorm
Played By: Aubergine
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Post by spiderstep on Jun 25, 2015 23:33:14 GMT -5
Spiderstep's whiskers twitched as he moved through the long grass of the clearing, leg dragging behind him slightly. It was always a terrible pain to drag himself out of bed so early, and it'd have been nice to spend a little bit of time loosening his muscles and letting his leg adjust. But, though it was easy for the cat to be lazy with self-care, he refused to rest at camp when there were important things to be done. Or, perhaps, not so important, but Spiderstep was hardly the sort to leave well enough alone. It just wasn't in him to let things be, and so he had dragged his sorry hide out of camp.
The cat was returning from a look over the border to Windclan when a familiar smell reached his nose. Immediately, Spiderstep paused, head jerking to the side as he lifted his muzzle to catch a better whiff of what was undoubtedly Cherrystorm. Immediately concern wracked his bones, and the tom set off towards the source of the smell as quickly as his stiff, aching limb would let him...which, admittedly, wasn't very fast, but thankfully, his mate wasn't very far away.
"Cherrystorm?" He said, like he wasn't quite sure he really was seeing his mate out of the camp. Not that the other particularly liked being stuck in one place..."Is something wrong?" Considering the smaller cat was currently lounging in the grass, Spiderstep doubted there was an emergency. Maybe he had just been bored - Spider certainly didn't put it past Cherrystorm to walk out of camp out of sheer boredom from being cooped up in the nursery. The black tom put his nose to the other cat's fur, calming slightly when he didn't smell any hint of injury.
His tail twitched. "Or am I just so magnetic you couldn't keep away?" Though he had little interested in being clean, Spiderstep groomed between the other cat's ears, more than ready to take advantage of Cherrystorm's sudden appearance. If the other cat was so embarrassed by public displays of affection, maybe this would be better. |
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cherrystorm
ShadowClan
Posts: 5
Rank: warrior
Age: 36 moons
Gender: demiboy
Mate: spiderstep
Played By: pumpkin
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Post by cherrystorm on Jun 25, 2015 23:54:24 GMT -5
cherrystorm startled as he was addressed, long tail fluffing out before gradually settling down as he realized exactly who it was that was addressing him. he bounced to his feet and closed the distance between himself and spiderstep, greeting the dark tom with a rough headbutt to the chin that would no doubt smart. his ears perked as spiderstep spoke, but he spent a good minute just trying to hide his face in the fur of spiderstep's chest and shoulder. let the oaf think that something was actually wrong. it would serve him right for getting cherrystorm all worried about him.
finally, the calico cat sighed out a little "no." he gloomily settled down, tail flicking irritably against the ground. "well, yes." something was always wrong with cherrystorm and he was sure that his mate knew that by now - spiderstep had signed up for all this mess when he had returned those three horrible, life ruining little words. "you left camp early." the words weren't necessarily accusing in nature. cherrystorm said them simply enough. it was his cute little face that was screwed up and nasty in expression, yellow eyes focused on spiderstep and muzzle wrinkled up.
how could you. his expression said. how could you go have fun plotting while i'm stuck with the kits.
the expression was gone the second spiderstep tried to groom him. he squawked and swiped harmlessly at the bigger cat. "stop." he ordered. "no. i'm going to smell like your nasty crowfood breath." he turned and nipped at one of spiderstep's paws, gentle despite the fierceness behind his words. the nipping quickly turned into grooming and soon he was feverishly cleaning his mate, eyes narrowed as he focused on his task. "bleh, you taste like mousebile. clean yourself more."
he was quiet for a long moment, focusing instead on trying to clean up a grown-ass cat that was more than capable of taking care of himself. after a while, though, he spoke - "what are you up to?" he asked, yellow eyes darting up to spiderstep's face. "getting a little tail? don't tell me you've been supporting a loner family this entire time." his tail twitched and his eyes widened. "am i the other cat, spiderstep? am i the nubile young plaything on the side?"
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spiderstep
ShadowClan
Posts: 6
Rank: Warrior
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Mate: Cherrystorm
Played By: Aubergine
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Post by spiderstep on Jun 30, 2015 21:31:00 GMT -5
Spiderstep didn’t seem to mind being knocked on the chin much at all despite the faint ache it left, rubbing his neck against the other cat. His content expression fell as Cherrystorm was quiet, the tom's ears flicking backwards. "Are you alright?" The black cat asked, the concern that rose in his chest a strange, unfamiliar sensation. For so many moons he had cared about his far off, ultimate goals above all else. Feeling so radically different was still odd, if warm in an odd, indescribable way.
His relief was palpable as the smaller cat pulled away. "So you do and do not have a problem?" Spiderstep teased, though his voice was soft as he gave another rough lick to Cherrystorm's cheek. However, the softness in his posture slipped away at the not-quite-an-accusation, black tom looking sideways. "I did. Earlier than I would have liked, but in times like these, that can't be helped." His voice was smooth as he stepped in to the skin of the plotter and schemer, looking over his claws for a moment.
Easily as he became severe, the cat's muscles relaxed again at the playful swatting. "I'll have you know my breath smells nothing like crowfood. It's more like stagnant water." Spiderstep stretched out in the field lazily as Cherrystorm's grooming, tilting his chin so he could nuzzle the other. "But if I cleaned myself more, what would you have to complain about? I'm doing you a favor." It was nice, to just lay here. Strange, because he had never seen himself as the sort to have a family and settle down (not that he was sure he could count as being 'settled), but still nice. The accusations made him roll his shoulders before he reached out to groom one of Cherrystorm's ears. Apparently, the scolding hadn't stopped him.
"Even more scandalous than that. I hate to have to tell you, but I'm having an affair with the Riverclan deputy. And the Thunderclan deputy. I'm very charming. I just can't help it, Cherrystorm." His amusement was clear, though a serene sort of consideration crossed his face as he decided to actually answer the question. "There'll be a war soon." Spiderstep stated, voice calm and sure. "I would rather have my paws in it and ears open rather than being caught unaware." A rough purr bubbled from his throat. "Don't worry. You're not missing out on anything but the preliminaries." |
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cherrystorm
ShadowClan
Posts: 5
Rank: warrior
Age: 36 moons
Gender: demiboy
Mate: spiderstep
Played By: pumpkin
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Post by cherrystorm on Jun 30, 2015 23:07:59 GMT -5
"no." he mumbled, curling the length of his tail around spiderstep's foreleg. his ears burned with embarrassment over how clingy he was being, over the sheer neediness of his actions. did he really have to act so pathetic? did he really have to pant after spiderstep like a shameless apprentice who hadn't yet learned self-respect or common etiquette? maybe his father was right. maybe he was a disappointment. at least his kits weren't here to watch them act like this.
"you're my problem." cherrystorm snarled, swiping the air not terribly far from spiderstep's face. he didn't dare touch even a hair on that precious head - he never would, because he loved spiderstep. more than he should, considering that the other cat would use him as he saw fit. but wasn't that just something else to love about spiderstep? that horrible, cruel mind that lurked behind good humor and gentle gestures - the part of the other cat that sacrificed pawns willingly?
cherrystorm wondered if he was just another pawn to be sacrificed by the cat he adored above all else.
"either way it's disgusting." cherrystorm scoffed, twisting so he could chew at a tangled bit of fur. his tail swatted the ground and he dug little furrows in the ground with his claws, pretty face screwing up in disgust. "you're gross!" he accused his love - but the little rumble of a purr in his chest was impossible to deny. he folded his ears down and tried to will it away. nothing worked.
he scoffed at spiderstep's words. "those crusty old idiots?" he asked, tail swatting the ground and one paw lifting to rest on spiderstep's side. claws slid out to grasp onto his fur - not deep enough to sting, but certainly deep enough to apply pressure. "i suppose they're stupider than i thought, if they're touching what's mine." he dragged one long lick across the side of spiderstep's throat, fangs resting against the fur for a moment, before pulling back.
"war." his ears twitched. "we could always take shadowclan out of the equation." he rubbed his head against spiderstep's jaw, his purr rising an octave. "is boarstar an issue?" he inquired, ears pricked and eyes alert. "i could take care of him." there was no hesitation, no question of the matter - if spiderstep asked, cherrystorm would find a way.
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spiderstep
ShadowClan
Posts: 6
Rank: Warrior
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Mate: Cherrystorm
Played By: Aubergine
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Post by spiderstep on Jul 1, 2015 22:26:58 GMT -5
The mumbled word made him relax, the shadowclan tom trying to nose the other and persuade his mate to lie down in the grass rather than hunch over and look terribly miserable. "I'm glad. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you while I wasn't there." Spiderstep's voice was low as he tried to curl up beside his beloved, flopping one forleg over the smaller feline. The swiping made him tilt his head, though he didn't jerk back. Cherrystorm would never hurt him; he knew that above all else. "Am I problem you enjoy, at least?" The tom cat inquiried, voice full of faux innocence.
As his mate spoke of his disgust, his whiskers twitched in amusment. "I'm not Gross. I'm Spiderstep, warrior of Shadowclan. Perhaps we should speak to Firedream if you can't even remember my name." The tom's purrs continued, even louder as he heard the rumble matched in the smaller cat's chest. "That's very sad. I don't know if I can watch you slowly lose all recognition of those around you. Maybe I should leave before things get even more painful." Of course, Spiderstep didn't move, instead just reaching out to lick the side of Cherrystorm's cheek again.
He perked his ears at the remark about the age of the deputies that he was supposedly having an affair with, tail flicking. "I'm older than both of them." Spiderstep reminded the other, lazily stretching out even at the posessive pressure of the other cat's claws. That was alright. Posession was part of who Cherrystorm was, who he would always be, and the black tom hardly minded. The cold part of him, the calculating part, was greatful of how useful that was, how nice it would be to have someone more expendable who was as loyal as his mate. Because, of course, he couldn't sacrifice the cat beside him. Guilt wasn't something Spiderstep was particularly familiar with, but even the brief consideration that flicked across his mind made the feeling curl up in his chest and made his stomach drop.
"I agree. Very stupid." He stayed quiet as Cherrystorm mused over the issue of war, jerking his head to the side at the offer. It wasn't unexpected- even before they had become mates, the younger cat had been willing to sacrifice everything Spiderstep's plans. It felt strangely like a burden, even though he would have usually appreciated such undying loyalty. Perhaps it was because he didn't trust himself not to take advantage of his mate's self-sacrificial nature. "No. I don't think even Boarstar's death would keep us from war. I suspect in the chaos, another clan would take advantage of that upheaval. But thank you for the offer, dear." Spiderstep nuzzled the other's neck, eyes closing for a moment.
After a heavy moment of silence, he spoke. "There might be no way to avoid it. They're all so stubborn, so convinced squabbles over borders and pride in being separate is how things should be." Thoughts that were near heretical, really, and words Spiderstep would never speak around anyone other than Cherrystorm. |
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