I want some kittens!Artist: I Like Bees
Username + ID: Shadow17 + 844764
Last accepted form: N/A, first litter!
Cat 1: SplashstarPermission: Owned by me
Last bred: Never bred
Cat 2: BookwormPermission: N/A
Last bred: N/A
Appearance or genetics based?: Artist’s choice!
Would you like apprentice references for your litter?: Artist’s choice
Items using: N/A
Allow for random NR edits?: Yes please!
Roll for chance at random myth edit?: Yes please!
If this litter has more than one user involved, will you be splitting the litter?: N/A
Prompt: i. Describe the parents' relationship.Splashstar only remembered the night hazily. It felt more like a dream than a real night. But how could she forget her face?
Fireflies lit up the pond. Splashmoon, then just barely a warrior, knew for a fact she shouldn’t be here. Concern swept across her face as she heard rustling in the grasses beside her. She ducked down, fearing for the worst. What felt like an eternity later, the blue torbie made an appearance, washing the tabby’s worries away. She stood up to greet the torbie, tail wrapping around theirs. The torbie purred in response, rubbing her face against the tabby. They stood there for a moment, and Splashmoon almost forgot that they weren’t supposed to be here.
They’d met moons ago, at a meeting between clans. Creekclan was hardly on speaking terms with Oakclan, but the blue torbie fit in perfectly on Creekclan’s side. The blue and white cats tended to be indistinguishable from each other anyways, what was one more? They’d whisper to Splashpaw, who spoke excitedly of her warrior ceremony coming up soon. The slightly older warrior never spoke her name, something Splashpaw should’ve picked up on. She didn’t think to ask, not until tonight.
“I’ve never caught your name, have I?” Splashmoon whispered as the torbie rubbed up against her. The torbie chuckled.
“I don’t think I’ve spoken it. But I suppose now’s as good a time as any, isn’t it?”
“I’d suppose it is.”
“Pineleaf,” she said, almost as if she wasn’t quite sure it was her name.
“I quite like that,” purred Splashmoon.
“Wasn’t my choice, to be quite honest,” she chuckled back.
The two went back and forth for a while. Their blue coats reflected back in the pond, heritage long forgotten. Drowned were the words of their parents, who had lived more life than these two. In a foolish stunt of young love, these two were here tonight, alive, and fearless, together.
Tonight, these forbidden lovers would get one night of peace.