Comfort me Tonight {Panther—private}

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url(http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1872/webtreatsetcrtt7.jpg); border: #181818 solid 8px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Fawnstrike padded slowly through the underbrush as the moon glisted above her. The night was such an opportune time to go hunting. All of the little things were out and about, foraging through the lush, soft grasses for food. They didn’t suspect a thing. Fawnstrike’s pupils adjusted to the dim light, stretching and shrinking until they found balance. The moon seemed to reflect off of her green eyes like headlights, so she looked downwards to avoid alerting any potential prey. The sky darkened as a vloud passed in front of the moon. It was going to be quite rainy for a while, that was for sure. There wasn’t much rain in ShadowClan, but she overheard other clans’ patrols talking about flooding. Fawnstrike shuddered at the thought of drowning. Such a horrible way to die, having the life squeezed out of you by limitless amounts of water, struggling to get that last breath of air and failing, drifting dead in the calm. She shivered again and looked up at the cloudy sky. I hope I won’t be so unfortunate that I would become the flood’s next victim. Fawnstrike thought she heard a rustling in the bushes. Her head swiveled around to apprehend whoever walked into her sights.

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A handsome tom walked out of the riverclan camp, he wanted to go for a stroll. Maybe to get a couple she-cats to be with him. He walked to the border and saw that a shadowclan she-cat was standing at least 40 feet away. She looks like she could be my next target. He thought. Soon after the monster went by he darted crossed to shadowclan territory. He was very slick on how to get to the other territories. Soon he was behind the she-cat. Why hello beautiful he said, his green eyes glowing.

[cheskat5]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url(http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1872/webtreatsetcrtt7.jpg); border: #181818 solid 8px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ”Why hello beautiful.” Fawnstrike’s head whipped around to face the tom. Her lips rose to the form of a snarl as his fishy scent wafted over him. Trespasser. The tom was a looker all right, a prety thing to look at. Those toms always seemed to be shallow and only concerned abotu who loved them. THey didn’t care for anybody, so why should this one care for her? He was a filthy RiverClanner, no less. “Go back to where you came from, fish pelt,” the brown tabby growled into the green eyes that met her own, “and you may possibly have a pelt when you get back.” Fawnstrike circled her target, daring him to move. He was refined, toned, muscular. He beared little to no scarring. He had that mischievous gleam in his green eyes. She rolled her eyes. Oh so typical of a handsome tom. Fawnstrike lashed at him with her tail as if it was a whip, and she imagined him flinching at the touch of it. He was probably a coward, with no morals. Why would he ever care for her? If you haven’t noticed already, Fawnstrike’s brain was reacting to him like a stormy ocean tossing a tiny fishing boat about in its gale. She was fighting it, fighting the urge to show feeling, fighting herself for even considering crushing on this filthy piece of matted fur, fighting herself for even looking into his playful little eyes in the first place. Fawnstrike was fighting herself, and her mind was fighting back. She did and did not — at the same time, no less — want to love this tom.

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Fish pelt? Is that all she can say for a insult? I've been called worse when i was a kit. he thought. Looking at her, he just smiled as she talked. Your so cute when your mad. He said to her with a chuckle. How about the both of us go to a nice little spot and have some fun? He asked her with a smile on his face. I hope I can get her to go with me and then I'll have more. He thought. So what do you say sweet heart? I'll treat you right and you will thank me later.

[cheskat5]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url(http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1872/webtreatsetcrtt7.jpg); border: #181818 solid 8px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ”You're so cute when you're mad. How about the both of us go to a nice little spot and have some fun? So what do you say sweetheart? I'll treat you right and you will thank me later.” Fawnstrike padded closer and snarled at him. How dare he taunt her like that! It was like he knew that she wanted him and badly. He was beautiful, so handsome... Fawnstrike smacked herself in her mind. What is wrong with me?! I just met the tom! How can I feel this way? This is downright disgusting... She thought, her lips rising. Oh, he didn't know how badly she wanted to give in, to whimper and just crawl up beside him. He will never know, she thought, because I'm never giving in. Fawnstrike circled him, watching his cocky little smirk dance upon his alluring face and as his tail danced behind him. For a few moments she didn't speak. She was too busy trying to intimidate him, but in the end, she was just ensraing herself. After more moments passed, she found herself checking him out, looking at his body enviously. I wonder if he has a mate, she thought enviously before hissing, both at the tom for being so ignorant and herself for being so idiotic. She came back around to face him and looked into his eyes, about to demand his name. That's when she caved. The whole thing was monotonous to her, the pretending she wasn't attracted, to mentally beating herself, and finally to the surrendering herself. This wasn't the first time it had happened, and it most likely wouldn't be her last. It's not like anything ever happened from it, and even though he wasn't in her clan, no one would ever know. Or so she thought. Fawnstrike sat down in front of him, a sassy smirk on her face. "Fine," she mewed as she began to walk away, "I'll play your little game, but if anyone finds out -- and I mean anyone is any clan -- we'll play my game. Trust me, though; you won't like it." As she walked past him, she slid her tail under his chin teasingly and playfully sauntered off into the undergrowth. She waited for his reaction and for him to follow her.

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The grey warrior smiled. Oh don't worry, I won't tell a soul. This will be just between me and you sweet thing he said to her as she walked away. Finally I can get something to enjoy. She is just to much and i will be loving this. I know it he thought. He looked around to see if anyone was there and then followed her to the undergrowth. He licked her head and then waited for her to get into the position so he could be happy.