One Puddle, Please

[Darky [Megan]]

ooc
Hmm.

Amberkit wouldn't have as much potential in this roleplay now. I think I'll wait and look for some other threads.

Cue outburst from Shortwhisker!

[Cloud]

OOC: Aw, okay, Darky. I could start a thread with Drabheart for him somewhere if you'd like. Even though Drab is a con, he would like Amberkit.

Hailpaw rolled her eyes. Oh, joy, he was mad at her now. Well, she wasn't going to go through a partner being mad at her AGAIN, especially since that filthy tabby had been such a lizardbrain.

"Calm down, calm down, Shorty. Yes Imma con, bu' ya know wha'? I coul' become a Clanna' jus' for ya."

The little gray she-cat batted her eyes at the cute black and white tom. He was way better looking than that filthy one-eyed tabby, anyway, and much nicer. Maybe she could stick with him until her kits were born, and he'd help her out, and then she could go back to her regular life...

Hailpaw liked this plan.

[Ten]

For an instant, Shortwhisker believed her.

"...No. N-no you w-wouldn't," he stuttered, stepping back. "Y-you don't m-mean it. You're a-a... a liar. You're a C-CON! Cons are evil; cons a-always lie. Oh, m-mother, I'm s-sorry! I M-MADE KITS w-with a C-CON!" He sunk to the ground and rubbed his face in the sand, moaning, "I've d-def-filed mys-self!" This was the one thing he had believed he could do without screwing up. He was wrong.

Livid, he lifted his brassy-yellow eyes and hissed, "Is th-that your g-goal in l-life? To g-get under the t-tail of every d-decent Clanner? You f-filthy c-creat-ture of c-corruption!" It was unclear whether he was using the epithet on her or himself.

"M-miserable, t-treas-sonous wr-wretch I am!"

[Cloud]

Oh for crying out loud. Hailpaw rolled her eyes. Again. Honestly, fortune seemed determined that every tom she took up with these days was an idiot or was insane.

"Why would I lie, Shorty? If I was a lia' I woulda told ya I was a Clanna', wouldn't I?" She sighed. "Yer not a wretch, alright? Yer wrong about that. And tha's not ma goal. I just like taking pleasure fa' maself from any tom who'll agree, bu' that's few of 'em, so ya're special, ya know? Is all I have in this hard life, doin' that.

Look, I'll even let ya raise the kits as full Clannas', you's can teach dem whateva' ya want. Ya can even watch me if ya dun trust me."

[Ten]

"N-n-n-n-n-- NO! NO, NO, NO! I d-don't want anyth-thing to d-do with you! THISNEVERHAPPENED!" he screeched, then turned and fled. He had to get away. He had to forget, and he couldn't erase this from his mind while he could still hear and see her.

[Cloud]

"Oh for the love o' rat meat. Whatta drama king." She muttered. "Neva' happened my sweet tailbone. He's gonna HAFTA realize it happened when I have his kits. His and that dirty tabby's."

She turned and walked off, muttering to herself.

Soon after this little incident, a mottled gray and white she-cat bumped into the absolutely frantic Clanner. "Uh...hi, Shortwhisker." Dottedfoot said, attempting to be friendly and hopefully get him out of insanity mode. "Clean your wound well?"

[Ten]

Shortwhisker froze and looked up at her. He couldn't remember her name, but he recognized her from the group of experimenters. The confession came without a hesitation.

"I-I've d-done someth-thing t-terrible," he whimpered. "I'm s-sorry, I'msosorry, I-I-IMATEDWITHACONand I'm s-s-so s-sorry!" Flattening his ears, Shortwhisker sunk to the ground again, this time at Dottedfoot's paws, and curled his tail around himself.

"P-Patchfur is right a-about one th-thing. I-I'm a st-stupid, w-worthless cricket-b-brain. I'm u-useless."

[Cloud]

Even though he had been stupid, reckless, and over-reactive, Dottedfoot felt a twinge of pity for the pitiful tom. Though she'd never had kits, she now felt a trace of motherly feeling as she looked at Shortwhisker. She sighed as she understood his words.

"Mated with a con, eh? Well, that was pretty stupid, but...we all make mistakes, Shortwhisker. I've made plenty of them. And if you're sorry, then that's good." Unable to help herself, the old cat bent down and licked the black and white tom lightly on the head. Hopefully that would make him feel better. "And maybe Patchfur is right sometimes, but he isn't right about this. You're not useless, because no Clanner is ever truly worthless. I mean, at least your leg isn't broken." Dottedfoot tried to laugh, but it came out as a sort of sad chuckle.

[Ten]

"B-but I a-am u-usel-less! I-I'm such a st-stupid i-idiot! ARGH! I--" He stopped short. "Wh-what? D-did you j-just say th-that's... g-good?" Hung up on the positive word, he couldn't figure out what she was trying to tell him. His eyes narrowed. "H-how is anyth-thing about th-this good? I-I've m-made more c-c-cons!" Shortwhisker was working himself up again. "I-I have s-sinned! I HAVE P-POLLUTED! M-MOTHER, I'M S-S-SORRY!" he yowled, dashing his head against the wall.

[Cloud]

"Sssh. It's okay, Shortwhisker. Don't hurt yourself. It's going to be okay. We all sin, even the best of us. And I'm not saying what you did was good, but I'm sure that YOU, essentially, are a good cat, despite the fact that you make bad mistakes. You're a Clanner, after all." Dottedfoot gently but firmly nudged him away from the wall, not wanting him to hurt himself again. That wouldn't solve anything.