𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

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tryout for stars #3100

— ୨୧ table of contents.

one. birth 🌙

two. life 🌱

three. death <\3

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Username: crexmii
Cat Name: oakley
Gender: male
Rank: dreamweaver
Clan: softclan
Age: 60 moons

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sandy — alex g
cupid — jack stauber
catch me — jvke
golden hour — jvke

more songs to be added

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hey. the name’s oakley. you know..it’s kind of boring here.
would you like to hear my story?

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🎵 i don’t need no light to see you …

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rain again. sigh.
oakley paused and looked around.
where is she?!

he brushed against a large wet
leaf by accident, and he shook out
his fur to dry. not that it mattered
anyway, with this nonstop rain.

"maybe the rain prevented her
from coming.."

would it? he was pretty sure that
moth wouldn't care, rain or not.

the pitter-pattering of raindrops was
all he could hear as he strained his ears
for any sign of her.

nope.

a lone raindrop slid down his cheek fur.
he was drenched. he turned his head
to look around for a second time yet still
found nothing.

it was decided. he would wait here until
sunset. if she still didn't come, he would
go back to his little den in the forest.

"i'm right here, oakley, you big oaf!"
a melodious voice yowled from behind.

the tom instantly whipped his head around
and came face to face with his beloved.

her head was popping out from an elder
bush, her endless blue eyes staring back
at him lovingly. he touched noses to her
soft white fur, licking her forehead rapidly.

"hey, you scared me! at first i thought you
wouldn't come." oakley's voice was annoyed,
but he knew moth could hear the worry and love
in them.

moth slid out from the bushes, revealing her
full body. she was beautiful as always, but something
was different. she looked….significantly plumper since
their last meet-up.

oakley’s eyes widened in concern.
“moth!! i thought i told you it was okay
to not visit when the kits are almost due!”
he exclaimed, gingerly patting her belly.

moth smiled. oakley thought it was dazzling as always.
and she purred, “calm down, oakley. the kits won’t be
due for another moon or so. for now, i can still come here.
it’s just my belly gets in the way sometimes, yowch.”

“alright, then, if you say so.” oakley mewed. he glanced
back at moth. the raindrops seemed to slide of her fur. it
didn’t look like oakley’s at all, whose fur was a drenched,
soggy mess.

“now, wanna have some fun in the rain?”

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“you still can’t catch me even when
I’m pregnant, oakley? i never thought you
were this slow!” moth teasingly meowed,
twining her tail with oakley’s.

“hey, I don’t wanna hurt you!” oakley
protested.

“oh, oakley. it’s fine! you know about my
powers. I’ve told you countless times.”

“yes, yes. I know. immortality.”

“exactly!” moth purred, twining her tail
with oakley’s. “do..do you think the kits will
be immortal too? i don’t want them or you to..
outlive me.” he sighed.

moth’s look turned stern. “look, oakley.
I’ve told you before, you just got to live in
the moment sometimes. worry about the future
later, okay?”

and oakley, despite himself smiled.
“you’re right, moth. i should stop worrying
and—”

a yowl.
moth looked terrified.

and oakley stared into her desperate,
terrified eyes.

“i think the kits are coming!”


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it seemed like they were out
in the rain for ages.

there were already two shattered sticks
below him. there wouldn’t be any more
kits, would there?

there weren’t. and oakley set his azure
eyes upon the two most precious things he
had ever seen in his whole life.

one was pure, soft white just like her mother.
like doves and down and fluffy soft pillows.
the other was a miniature recreation of him.
they were perfect.

[ #569 words ]
wip.

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shine… ⛅️

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