Sweet dreams [x] Secret love {Snowsong/Mothflight}

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Patchstar, Patchstar," she muttered. Snowsong slightly flicked her lobes. "He could do what he desires, Risingdawn, but... But I'll never allow him to prevail. He could attempt to rid of me, but he shan't prevail, and I'll make sure of it." She took a breath, before continuing.

"Risingdawn, to me, remember, to me, you deserve to be protected; you deserve this. You deserve my love, and I want, really want to love you. I don't want you hurt, but I won't let you stop me from protecting you..." She slightly lashed her tail, and she shifted her orbs to glance at his. After hesitating for a moment, she padded to him and lifted her head to gently rub it against his.

"Risingdawn..." A short moment glided by.

"If you don't let me love you, don't let me protect you... How do you think I'd feel...?"

[♫.Starredmyst]

Risingdawn was hardly able to believe what he was hearing. That somecat would care so much for him...would go so far as to say those things Silv had been telling him for so long -- to say it as a friend, no, as a love, made it mean so much more than sisterly affection did. Made him -- feel --

"You would..." he said, softly incredulous, not pulling away from her touch this time. "You'd -- really do that? Protect me against -- against somecat who holds life and death over your head, who -- would never hesitate to use it against you?"

He could hardly breathe; if this was pain, it was a kind he'd never felt before, and yet there was little else he could compare the intensity to.

"Snowsong," he whispered, "I love you so much."

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Yes, Risingdawn," Snowsong breathed softly and gently, "I'll protect you against somecat who contains the power of life and death at his command. I'd fight to the end to protect you, no matter what.." She didn't want to push her touch too far, but she wrapped her tail around him.

"I love you so much." Those words caused her heart to skip a beat, and a small purr soon rippled mellowly within her throat. "Thank you so much, Risingdawn...," she whispered.

[♫.Starredmyst]

The last of Risingdawn's self-denial collapsed at Snowsong's words, and he closed his eyes tightly, turning to bury his head in her fur. Oh, the doubt was still there; but he was pushing it away again, using the common sense his sister had tried so hard to pound back into him after Goldensun's betrayal. "It's the other way around," he mumbled. "I should be thanking you."

OOc;{Icky post. Is there enough anti-Patchy amidst the mush yet, Emzie, or should we try and turn it to badtalking him?}

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Well," Snowsong whispered, "I suppose we both have our reasons for gratitude..." She rasped her tongue gently over his ear. She felt so warm and comfortable being this close to him, but she also felt like she was taking a risk for loving him. However, that didn't matter to her. The entire world could attempt to tear her of her emotions of him, and she'd fight furiously to defeat them, to be able to love him.

Her orbs closed, and she rasped her tongue gently and oh so softly over his neck. It felt so dangerously pleasant.

(( Crappy. xD ))

[Đarκsong]

{{ooc: this is so mushy I might puke a little. MOAR ANTI-PATCHY I NEED MOAR}}

[♫.Starredmyst]

OOc;{Your wish is my command! However, I don't think we'll be able to drag these two away from mushiness even while they're yowling about how mistreated they are. >3}

Risingdawn relaxed completely as Snowsong's tongue ruffled the fur of his neck. The tom didn't attempt to respond in kind, however; he only pulled his face far enough away to rub his cheek against her chest.

"I'm sorry for breaking down like that," he murmured, eyes closed. His voice was calmer now, more rational, with only an edge of the ache that had filled it before. "It's just...you know, sometimes I can't stand this Clan. Goldensun, Patchstar -- there's days I hate Patchstar more than any other cat, if it's even possible, because he was our last chance of justice and he didn't care."

[.&&. Snowsong.]

(( Yeah, I don't think they can escape mushiness right now. ]= Despite Snow having nothing against Patchy, I'll make her show that she thinks he's not a good leader, I suppose. ))

"No need to apologize; even I tend to break down at times...," Snowsong murmured softly to Risingdawn. She concealed a faint shiver that developed upon her spine as he rubbed his cheek against her chest, and she allowed a faint purr to ripple mellowly within her throat.

Her lobes slightly pricked up as he began to speak about disliking Pathctsar, and she figured that it was her time to spill the truth. "He's not supposed to be leader. He doesn't have what it takes; he has the wrong skills and personality, as well as mind," she muttered, "But I'll make certain he learns what justice is, pleasant way or not."

[♫.Starredmyst]

Risingdawn sighed at Snowsong's words. "I have to say you're right about that...he's never been a good leader, and with all the rumors -- sometimes I wonder what would happen if a cat killed him in the dark and had someone else -- anyone else -- take his place."

Then he stiffened and shook his head, tail flicking. "But -- nevermind that. This isn't the place to be speaking badly about our leader...Winterfoot wouldn't have approved." He laughed quietly, shifting so that he could groom Snowsong's pelt; his next few words came out between licks. "I'll admit, dead or not, my queen or not, she wasn't any more infallible than the rest of the Clan."

[Đarκsong]

Mothflight was sincerely shocked to hear other cats put Patchstar down. Of course he was used to Darksong's complaints, but since he didn't want to have his own brother kicked out of the clan he kept his mouth shut. It truly bothered him to hear these two cats express their hatred for their own leader.

The tom thought he had heard enough, so he crept back into the forest.

{Now for new thread.....urg.....}

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Snowsong slightly nodded at Risingdawn, though she allowed a faint purr to continue rippling within her throat as he began to groom her pelt. She rasped her tongue over his back and chest every once in a short while. Tail slightly flicking in pleasure, she nuzzled him, before returning to grooming his pelt.

It felt nice, but slightly wrong after criticizing their leader. But it was true, and she felt that it was better to get it off her chest and have someone agree. But she felt slightly awkward, as if someone had been watching them and had left. But she ignored that aura, as if she was just imagining things.