Is It Real? [Batwing]

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Dark paws stepped lightly toward the yawning mouth of the cave. The sun was slipping lower, and a beautiful golden light was thrown upon the world. It filtered through the dying leaves that were still bravely clutching on to their branches, which wasn't many. A strong breeze whipped through the forest, determined to blow the last of the survivors down. It carried the scent of rain, or possibly even an early snow, and it was cold. Bone bitting cold.

Lostsong's striking green eyes gazed up, looking at the sky. A storm was approaching fast. The chilling wind hit her hard, ruffling up her thick pelt. A shiver ran across her skin and she bolted quickly into the cave. Her paw had just touched the dirt inside when the rain started.

The sound of the drops hitting the dried leaves was soothing, and it comforted Lostsong. She was amazed she had found the place she actually meant to go. It was just luck, she guessed. She stopped and looked around. It was dark further back into the cave, and the she-cat knew it went fairly deep. She started slowly making her way into the farther reaches of the cave, letting the darkness cover over her.

Her night sight let her see where she was going as it got darker and darker. Eventually, the sound of the rain died out, and was replaced by the sound of the slow plunk of a single droplet of water falling into a puddle. She followed that sound, and eventually came to a small cavern.

Blue light filled it, casing a beautiful glaze on everything. This seemed like a good place.

Batwing had pulled her aside, asking her to meet him here. He said he would get here when he could get away, and he would just follow her scent. She had trusted him, and come here. She felt a warmth spread through her, canceling the natural chill of the cave. She really like the tom, no matter what all the other cats in the clan said. She saw something in him, she just couldn't get the others to understand. But now, she just had to wait.

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Batwing made his way through the forest. The harsh winds tried to throw him off course, but he managed to make his way through the trees. If it was this bad in the protection of the forest, no matter how little leaves were left on the trees, how could the other clans survive such horrible storms?

Soon, the whispering cave came into sight. He's only been here once, as an apprentice. He'd heard stories that this was the best place to find a mate and if he wanted his plan to work, this would be the best place to go through with it.

The black tom raced into the protection of the cave's hard walls. It was still cold, but the wind was no longer a problem. He spotted Lostsong farther into the cave and raced to sit down beside her.

"Sorry," he meowed, gasping for breath. "I came as soon as I could." Batwing couldn't stop his teeth from chattering. Sure he liked the cold, but he didn't like it this cold.

"So... How are you?"

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Lostsong stood when she heard his voice, her eyes lighting with a green fire. This had to be more than a crush, didn't it? She went over to him, and touched noses with Batwing in greeting. Her tail curled and swished with delight. It's fine. the beautiful she-cat told him in a quiet voice that was almost a purr. She was happy that he had come, she was starting to get worried he had forgotten- no, he would never do that- or just couldn't get away from the camp. I'm wonderful, now. Lostsong told him, her voice almost a full purr now. She bumped her head on his shoulder, and noticed something.

Are you cold? The she-cat asked him, worry in her every feature. It was quite chilly in here, and even Lostsong felt the bite of it through her thick pelt. Her ear twiched at hte sound of the drop of water echoing through the cavern.

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Batwing purred as she touched noses with him. He was beginning to like her. More as a friend then anything, though. Maybe, if his plan worked, he'd truly lover he. Maybe.

"Now?" the black tom said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He guessed that she meant that she was happy now that he was here. Then it was working...

"I'm only a little cold," he confessed. "But I'll be fine."

Batwing scooted closer to the brown and cream she-cat until the two were almost touching. Slowly, he entwined his tail with hers. This was going to work out perfectly...

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A smile appeared on Lostsong as he entwined his tail with hers. She loved this closeness, this feeling. She had never felt this before. It felt like a burning in her chest, like she would almost burst. It was so wonderful! Suddenly, a new feeling came over her. Not just the bursting one, the one we would perhaps call love, but another feeling.

Are you sure I can't help you warm up? She asked, her voice a whispering purr. Her eyes shines with something else, a flirting quality almost. Yes, we'll call it that. She leaned her ivory and chocolate body up against his black one, pressing her mass into his, and let her rough tounge run over the black pelt on his shoulder. I won't mind at all. In fact, I would love to help.

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"I suppose you can help, if that's alright with you," Batwing said, staring into her eyes. A purr rumbled in his throat and he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

Wait.

This was all wrong! Was he falling for Lostsong? If he was, why? But he refused to back away or push the lovely she-cat away. For now, he'd stay there, each warrior gently pushing against each other...

The black tom gulp and tried to find the right words, tried to find the right tone of voice that would make this sound real...

"Lostsong? Can I tell you something?" he said, moving away from her, but only enough so that he could stand and look at her. "You know how they say that this cave is the spot where cat usually find their mates?"

This wasn't going well. He might have been a good liar, but when it came to romance, he had squat.

"I asked you to come here for a reason. I like you, but more then just friends..."

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Lostsong's purr matched the toms as they pressed against each other. She was quite delighted by his answer. It was just an excuse to be closer to him. It was nice, being pressed against him. It was different. She had someone to go to now, who would understand her, forgive her of her faults and listen to her. Well, that is, if he asked her what she was sure he asked her here for.

She hated the fact he stepped away, but her dazzling green eyes gazed into his. She nodded, and felt a burst of insane warmth and pleasure so great it almost hurt in her chest. The beautiful she-cat smiled at him warmly, sensing his nervousness. She even gave a little laugh as he couldn't continue his sentence. She entwined their tails once more and rubbed up against him. Are you asking to be mates, Batwing? Lostsong's quiet, purring voice was laced with humor. She didn't know what to think, her mind and heart were going in so many different directions. What if he said no? What if she was all wrong? What if this? What if that? The she-cat pressed against the black tom, passing warmth to him, waiting for his response.

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There was a moment of hesitation. The only noise that could be heard was the rain splattering on the roof of the cave. What now? If he dragged this out to long, everything would fall apart, but if he didn't say the right thing, the outcome would be the same...

"Y-yes..." Batwing stammered with truthful nervousness. He was worried that Lostsong would say no, that everything he'd worked to achieve would all fall apart.

"What do you say...?"

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The silence hung in between them after her words. The hope that had swelled and rushed through the beautiful she-cat was now slowly dying back. Was he not asking to be mates? She had been sure that's what he had wanted, especially after his last words. The silence was dead, stagnate, only disturbed by the slight pattering of the rain and the loud, singlular drop of water falling into the puddle.

The hope surged back into Lostsong as the black tom spoke, his stammering conferming her dreams. He was asking to be mates! Her green eyes blazed as she stared into his. She could tell he was wrecked with nervousness, it was a clear sign as his voice wavered as he spoke. She didn't care though. She beamed with joy, ecstasy. Of course I will! Her voice purred, and she reached over and licked him.

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Batwing purred happily, his white tail curling in delight. She said yes! But... what happened next? The black tom pressed against her once more after her kind gesture. What would he say? Or was there no need for words right now?

"I promise, you won't be sorry," he whispered. "I'll be the best mate I can..."

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The she-cat pressed her warm body into her new mate, enjoying the touch and feeling. She felt like she was going to burst! She had never felt anything like this before, no feelings this strong. This was so new, yet felt so right. She now had someone who would always be there for her, always listen to her. He wouldn't ever leave her, he would always be by her side. Her whole body vibrated with her purrs and she lay her head on his night black shoulder, resting it there comfortably. Her eyes closed. She was just happy, in a pure blissful state.

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Ask her about kits!

Voices swirled in Batwings head. Should he asked her about kits now? She could find it to sudden. They had just decided to be mates, after all.

But it was worth a try...

"I want to ask you something." Please don't sound to abrupt! "I know we just became mates, and all, but... Ever thought of having kits...?"

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His question made Lostsong pause momentarely. A small voice in her head squeeked at her that he was up to something, but the love and joy she felt drowned it out and pushed it back to the depths of the inner workings of her mind, not to be seen again, at least for a very long time. She rubbed her head on him, then opened her eyes and looked at her new mate.

I guess I have, not very seriously though. I do love kits, and alwasy wanted my own. She said, a slight purr entering her voice. I don't know if I want to have kits right now though. I was just made a warrior. She looked at him, an appologizing look in her eyes. She really wanted kits though. To tell the truth, it wouldn't take much convencing to make it happen.

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Batwing froze. Why had Lostsong stopped? He didn't want to admit it, but a voice in the back of his mind was screaming the reason why. She knows what your up to! But when she rubbed up against him, the thought was pushed aside. So she hadn't found out... Good...

"Oh, I understand..." he said awkwardly. This wasn't going well... he had to do something-fast. "I wasn't talking about now. If we did have kits, they'd be born in winter, and winter kits don't usually last very long... I meant sometime in the future."

The black tom gulped. What happened now...?

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Lostsong nodded. That's a good point. We can't have our kits dying. She purred into his ear. Truth be told, the she-cat already saw little kits running around, calling her mom and Batwing dad, making trouble and making the clan better. Hear heart swelled with love yet to be given, yet to exist. It was a mothers love. Lostsong knew she would never make a good warrior or hunter- she got lost too easily. She was almost a liability to the clan just from her lack of sense of direction. If she was a queen, she would be bettering the clan, not making it worse. She wanted that. She wanted motherhood. She wanted the love of her mate and kits. She needed it, almost.

The beautiful she-cat gazed into her new mate's eyes, her green eyes blazing with passion. I want kits, Batwing. I want them badly. She then bumped her head in the curve where his neck and shoulder joined together. How much would you mind having kits as soon as possible? After winter of course.