My Darling, Dear. {Hawky}

SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

Silverwing had been trapped in this horrid nursery since she ever received the news she was 'blessed' with kits. And it was rotting her from the inside out. It was seriously messing her up, yesterday she smiled--smiled-at Aspenkit. What kind of warrior am I? Bubbling with joy when your daughter, tried to kill her father?

True. It was hilarious. But how does that make me happy? I seriously can't be liking motherhood. All in all Silverwing decided she needed a break. A break from this hell. It was slowly destroying her personality, her morals, her life. I think I need to kill something.

A slow-delightful thought entered her mind and a smirk dared to cross her features. Narrowing her eyes she cast a downward glance at her kits, sound asleep. "Great." she breathed.

Sliding up into a standing position, she left her brats to fend for themselves. "Oh--Hawky." she purred, her eyes glimmering with murderous intent. Padding to the warrior's den she poked her head in and to her ever-so-delight Hawkstreak was sound asleep.

"Honey?" she purred, her voice dangerously sweet. Prodding his side she meowed once more, her voice slightly harsher, "Wake up."

{Rainy. This is so horrible of me but I'm so used to typing Hawky, I forgot Hawkstreak's full name and had to look it up xDDD}

<sup>Hawkstreak
My lifetime goal is to annoy you

Hawkstreak dozed peacefully in the comfort of his nest, sleep intertwined with his mind. His dreams were also paved in the same luxury. It was taken place in the simple times before those pesky kits tumbled into their fate, when the she-cat of his dreams was...average.

Suddenly, he felt a disturbance, pressure being placed on his side. A hot breath caressed his ear. In search of who or what his inflicter was, he surveyed his surroundings, only for his gaze to rest upon the slim and not pregnant, Silverwing.
The warrior winked at him, which confirmed Hawkstreak's suspicion.

She's flirting with me, huh...? Hawkstreak thought with a smirk of delight. Then something caught him off guard. The silver she was mumbling something, but he couldn't catch what. Abruptly, his surroundings started shifting, making him a little dazed. Once the image was cleared, he saw himself in the warriors den. For a moment, the silver figure disappeared. Replaced by another one, not so slim or as pleasant.

It was still Silverwing, nevertheless. She must be still in the flirting mood, too. With a faint and drowsy smirk, he murmured, "Hey, baby. I'll show you what a real tom can do," with that, he reached up for Silverwing's face, licked her muzzle, then fell back with a frightened yelp.

Now aware of his real surroundings and what he was trying to attempt on the real Silverwing, confusion washed over him, along with slight awkwardness. Hesitatingly, he glanced up at Silverwing, nervously smiling. "H-Hi, Silv. What's up? Aren't you supposed to be in the nursery?"</sup>

( XD I guess Hawky is really addictive, huh? That would be funny if Silverwing forgot Hawkstreak's full name and when someone was like: "Is Hawkstreak here?" Silverwing would be all: "...Who's Hawkstreak?" XD )

SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

The she-cat's muzzle curled into a rather delightful smile, not because her mate just licked her face, not being he was actually doing some sort of affection. No. Silverwing wasn't that kind of girl, she wasn't going to blush and batter her eyelashes. The fact that this very beautiful grin smothered her face was caused because of one simple fact. Her mate, as you will, was still utterly frightened of her. Being as arrogant as she is, Silverwing was always in control. She wasn't going to let some cocky tom boss her around, nor was she going to become some dainty house-wife. She was a she-cat and proud of it.

"Oh, Baby-kins." she purred, her eyes-lids covered the brim of her eyes in the most alluring way. "Your forgot something..." Pausing she swooned in a tad bit closer to his face, "Your not a real tom."

The facade was off. Silverwing had returned, no longer did she bat her lashes. The fake cheery face dropped. What had returned was her usual grimace, strong stance, and narrowed eyes. "Your actually an over-grown kit.". Narrowing that glare of hers even more she added with a snap, "Speaking of kits, I'm sure you might happen to know of a certain three." Shoving her muzzle forward in a quite imperious manner, she seethed,

"And they happen to be missing their 'father'."

{Lololol I want to do that with all my intestines now. Not mention that your post made me gurgle with joy C8}

<sup>Hawkstreak
My lifetime goal is to annoy you

Hawkstreak snorted. "If I wasn't a real tom, you wouldn't have these kits, would you?" Hawkstreak retorted with a smirk plastered across his face, distorting as he stretched his jaws into a yawn. Stumbling upward with a tired look in his eye, he was too half-asleep and scared to argue.

"Not that they need him..." Hawkstreak debated, sighing. Not waiting, or wanting to hear, her reply, he rushed out of the warriors den. Quickly, he hid beside the entrance to the den, hoping not to be seen by the aggravated queen.

"Oh Hawkstreak, I need you for a patrol!" Hawkstreak yowled in a high-pitched voice, sounding as girly as he possibly could. Dashing back to the entrance of the warriors den he replied dramatically to his own call, "Oh no, I guess I have to go. I'm too busy to go to the nursery now that someone needs me."

With that, he walked casually toward the camp entrance, praying Silverwing wouldn't try to persue him any longer.</sup>

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SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

Silverwing merely raised her brows, "Hawkstreak do you think I'm a mouse-dunged idiot." Honestly did the tom believe that she was going to fall for his mouse-brained charade. Unlike most she-cats she wasn't fine with her 'mate' leaving to go show off just how 'manly' he was. He had nothing to show, he was as immature as a kit. Really, these days she felt as if she were the mother of four.

"Get your butt in the nursery and show your kits just how strong their father is." she growled, her green gaze narrowed dangerously. "I'm sure they'd like to see how big that lie is." But of course he probably won't listen, most likely he'll shrug it off and meow, 'See ya later, Silv.' So to prevent any of that happening she did what most mother's did to misbehaving kits.

Within seconds she had him pinned to the ground, his face planted firmly in the soil. Her paws were placed firmly across his back. "Come on Hawky, you know what happens if you misbehave." she growled seductively, her voice tickling the back of his neck. Without any warning she grasped the extra skin around his neck and pulled upwards. "For a kit, your pretty heavy." she murmured through his fur, as she stated dragging him towards the nursery. Honestly did he believe I was stupid?

<sup>Hawkstreak
My lifetime goal is to annoy you

Of course, Silverwing didn't take the bait. His little pranks were a bit too obvious for the she-cat. Not that they were very complicated. But he was desperate. So he had to take desperate measures. He ran out of options, though, and ruined his chance to escape from the enraged queen.

And here he was now, being dragged by his scruff like a kit and its mother. To make matters worse, it was toward the nursery. The den he'd never thought he would have to walk into again as a warrior. But he also didn't think he would actually have a mate, especially a mate like Silverwing, now did he?

When they reached their destination, he pulled himself free from the silver cat's grasp, sitting up and shaking the dirt from his dark pelt. With a few quick licks to smooth out his fur, he glanced at Silverwing. "Oh no, they are sleeping. I should go now. We wouldn't want to disturb their sleep, would we?" Hawkstreak meowed, each word a tone of blank dramaticness. His voice barely held any expression. It was like listening to a cat with no personality. No emotions.

Why? He knew Silverwing would be determined to reach her goal, no matter how hard he tried. He would have to literally die in order to be free from her cold grip. And even that might still not let him escape. She could kill her kits then herself, and join StarClan. Then she would torture him forever.

Unless she goes to Dark Forest, of course, Hawkstreak thought in his mind. But would I go too, since I'm her unworthy mate? Yeah, I think I would go too. But the kits would go to StarClan...maybe...but maybe I could escape her by knocking her out with a branch...or a dead squirrel...

Hawkstreak just kept daydreaming from then on about how to escape.</sup>

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SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

"Kits, guess what Daddy's finally come to pay a visit!" Silverwing meowed as loud as she possibly could. Throwing Hawkstreak a rather victorious glance she meowed, "He's here to show you some very interesting battle moves." The last part was added just to annoy him. If you ever considered teaching three brats how to fight, it would honestly take a lot of patience and well--stuff that Hawky defiantly didn't have. And knowing how they liked to goof off, all in all that'd be about two hours of fun.

This would leave Silvering a good two hours to herself, she could sunbathe, go hunting. Anything really, as long as she was free from her kits she was sure she could do anything. It was quite obvious that the silver queen wasn't suited to the whole nursery lifestyle. She'd rather being shredding someone's fur, hunting for her clan, heck she'd even rather spend time with Hawky then be a mom. Wasn't that how all of this happened?

Slowly her eyes drifted towards Hawky, "You do know this is all your fault, if you weren't so attracted to me, I'm sure this-" This being the kits, "Wouldn't have happened." So basically Hawky only had himself to blame, meaning she shouldn't even be here, nursing them, taking care of them. This was his problem not hers,

"Well have fun." she meowed as she slyly slipped out the nursery door, ah--how it's good to be free.