private find me somebody to love // Chrysaliswing

[Honeysplash]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Confrontation was never good for them. They could never seem to find it in themselves to put their foot down nor tell the truth when it was needed. Though to be fair they had just thought it was some kind of cough with how tired they had been, with how all food smelled and tasted terrible or that their body wouldn’t keep anything down. They felt heavier and it was becoming concerning to the point they had sought out help from Fireflypaw. Even though he was in the midst of being busy with all those injured from the fox attack- she was that he had managed to set in some time for her. Though instead of something like a flu and some juniper berries or whatever for throwing up, she came away with something entirely different.

Honeysplash had been pacing by the Rock pile. They had requested that Chrysaliswing come to them after his patrol and what not this morning. She had just gotten back from Floras after the fact when she found him on his way out. So she had had about an hour to try to prepare for anything that could happen. Though it was unpredictable about what could go down. He could get upset, could get so upset at her and attack her and do away with her. Though Chrysaliswing wasnt like this right? Sure he was hard around the edges and a little cold, but he as so kind to her and even let her cuddle up to him now too. Even if took some convincing still- it mattered didnt it?

The cream and white warrior sighed softly and looked down at their paws. They felt like such an idiot. Like they hadn’t thought this all through at all yet. They had just got assigned Peachpaw too and wanted to be a good mentor- but the stars had only plans in mind now didnt they? Panic had started to set into their chest as they stood there for a while, staring down at the grass and ants crawling beneath it. Am i an idiot?

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  HONEYSPLASH ✩ she/they, Warrior of Skyclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃A lithe, cream tabby cat with high white and green eyes.
  ⭃Younger siister to Orangestar, Applefrost and Apritcotflower and littermates with Blueberrybounce and Cloudberrythorn // Former mate to; Quillstrike
  ⭃peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Chrysaliswing considered the Rockpile his and Honeysplash's special hideaway, so when the molly requested for his attention, he figured she simply wanted to spend more time with him. Though, the cream-colored cat's voice had been marred with urgency, even as she refused to elaborate what exactly they were convening for. The half-toned warrior felt inclined to believe it was a mere waste of time, though the desperation where bubbling champagne voice once lie had intrigued him, at least. If there's something worrying her, I should know. The chimaeric tomcat approached the clearing, steps as pizzicato as a dancing wind, though the body connected to the limbs was anything but light and ephemeral. The shadow-brushed cat often traversed the territory upon his toes, and often forgot when to let his guard down. Whiskers twitched idly. Surfacing from the veil of spring shadow, heterochromatic gaze glowered with an unreadable expression, though sparks of fret and fear dotted the coal-glow. Still did a stony face not belie any of the tumult that lie just underneath, for he rarely wore his emotions upon his body, and they were more of a brandish or baggage than an expression.

"Honeysplash, is anything the matter?" Chrysalis started, voice slightly more tender than his usual anathema, for it had become snared in the outstretched, honeyed arms of undue love. She had melded him into a softer thing, embellished him into a beast that bayed its claws. Even so, the wolf never discarded its teeth - it merely saved them for when it would require them. "You asked me to come. It didn't seem like you just wanted to play with me." Feathery tail whisked about as he came fully into the gentle curtains of light, purls of fur like tassels from his spine, curling and twining about in stagnant air. For all his elegance, his temperament held none of the mystique. He groomed and brushed himself regularly, but even that could not betray the ugliness of anger that billowed from his maw. He hadn't a clue what to expect from Honeysplash, though perhaps she knew to be cautious with the ticking time-bomb, for his favors and his humors dissipated as eager as the culminating cirrus in the young morning. He sat down, curling his serpentine tail along his paws.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Honeysplash]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- There was a little hope that he wouldn’t show up, that he would be ‘too busy’ or something would come up. They wanted to avoid this more than anything else. They had such a fear as the last tomcat she told she had been expecting he had lost his mind and nearly killed her. Then again when she lost those kits weeks later. Though Chrysaliswing wouldn’t be the same right? She liked to think she got through to him a little bit in terms of being softer and treating her well enough to not be afraid. Yet why was so she terrified to say something?

His scent reached her nose before they could hear his voice and she turned from her pacing. Honeysplash swallowed thickly and looked down at the grassy ground as he mentioned if something was wrong. Was the appropriate answer that everything was wrong? She didn’t know and she knew she couldnt lie to him forever. They’d start showing before too long and then what then? Tell him then when it was too late?That didnt seem like it’d be any better anyway.

Honeysplash flattened her ears against her head and she shifted on her paws, “No i didnt wanna play today-” I’ll probably never play with you again She thought sorrowfully and she shuddered her breath a bit to try not to cry. She didnt need to cry in front of Chrysaliswing as it never lead to anything good. At least not from what she experienced. He had blamed her for how she felt about the egg, he’s the one always saying he didnt do anything wrong- and she believed him. He could do no wrong right?

“I want to tell you something- and- and you can’t be mad at me” She said quickly and went to approach the sitting tomcat slowly. Honeysplash wanted to run up to him and nuzzle her head under his chin, seek some sort of comfort in his favorite way but she doubted he’d let her. Not after what he was about to learn about her. Honeysplash shuffled at the grass trying to make this go on as long as possible as they didnt wanna say.

But they had too.

“I-I- spoke to Fireflypaw this morning, cause i had been throwing up and stuff ya know? I thought id caught the flu or something” Honeysplash started out with explaining herself and rambling, she kept getting closer to him until she was a few steps away and looked at him with round eyes. Those mossy green hues watered slightly but he refused to let them fall nor affect her voice, despite it trying too, “I dont have the flu! Thats- Thats the good part”

Honeysplash adverted her gaze downward and took in a deep breath- “I’m-I’m actually expecting kits. Three of them according to Fireflypaw- roughly” She tried to smile, try to sound excited and upbeat but this deep voice echoed at the back of her mind; ‘You’ll never be the mother of my its’. Jace. No-No this would be different. This had to be different.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Chrys”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── RAY OF SUNSHINE ⋅❁⋅ MOONLIGHT SONATTA ──┐‎

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  HONEYSPLASH ✩ she/they, Warrior of Skyclan, 29 moons.
  ⭃A lithe, cream tabby cat with high white and green eyes.
  ⭃Younger siister to Orangestar, Applefrost and Apritcotflower and littermates with Cloudberrythorn // Former mate to; Quillstrike // Crushing on; Chrysaliswing and Flora
  ⭃peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Honeysplash shifted, and Chrysaliswing almost immediately caught onto her tenser frame, as though she pulled some invisible strings taut and inwards. Lithe limbs felt the gravity of such unspoken changes in their world, but still he stood rooted in his place. There was something wrong, and keen glare could discern it on the molly who wore her emotions like the stripes on her fur. He said nothing, yet, as she continued. "I want to tell you something." The cream-colored feline approached him, though stopped short like there was involuting barrier between them, a marbled wall in which he could not unveil the other side. Mouth ran dry in anticipation, and he swallowed as if to prepare himself for a great force ahead of him. She shuffled at the grass, and he stood where he had always stood. She was always so eager to nuzzle or cuddle or otherwise touch him, and rivulets of perplexion jolted across a half-toned countenance, for if he were able to blanch his face then it certainly would have happened. Something is the matter, certainly. Have I done something wrong? I always have.

And then, the words he never wanted to hear graced keen ears, steel blade misgiving upon vigilant ears. Honeysplash had an acute way of toying with his feelings, like they were as light and unburdened as a feather on a dangling string, but this was different. This was heavy, loaded, like a stubborn boulder weighing down an even more stubborn gut. "You're going to be a dad." He blinked incredulously and almost owlishly, like it were a cruel prank played on the man who played the fool, a portentous play at the beast saddled in his own sadness. Surely, this was another one of her jests? She smiled, but it was not in flippant manner. It had been strained, pulled tight by the reluctant machinations of the other warrior. She moved closer, her own mossy-greens swimming in so many tumultuous emotions, so much so that he would drown and grovel in the wake of her sentiment. Digging his claws into the dirt, each second turned to hours, and the hours turned to sloshing and churning tar. Breath came out in smog and ashen pressure.

A father...? She did not joke, not in this dire hour. Immediately did an entangling, unspeakable fear take hold of him, first manifesting into knots and scratches within paper throat. Chrysaliswing tried to speak anything, from the instinctual insults to a manufactured gentleness, but the sentences did not budge from his vocal chords. Frozen in time, the only thing he could feel was the miniature sun burning at his neck and his chin. He stepped back, as if a mere specter of the virulent creature he once was before, the ghost of the young and abandoned. I'm not going to be a father. I'm not going to be anything like my father. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that he was but a mirror of Dragonflywing. He had faced what he hated, embraced what he avoided, and become what he detested of himself. Then, the fear shot down to his limbs and twined along his spine, becoming a part of him in all his inglorious dither and tethers like it had already found a home in the brackens and the sagebrushes of his heart. His inhales and exhales became more frantic, hurried like the air was being stolen away from him and he gasped for it in the surmounting heat.

"I can't do this. Not with you. Do whatever you want with the kits - care for them, abandon them. I don't care. Just - Just don't bring them anywhere near me." The words seemed to slip out of his maw before he could catch them with his tongue, like his nerves had frosted and peeled off from what vitriol it once subsisted from, dying and withering now in the face of his consequences. He had done this to himself, and yet he could not defeat it. The great winter of his actions had become too great for him to fight off, for this was an opponent that he could not deter with claw nor tooth. Mismatched gaze, pooled in unspeakable dread and hesitation like the wine-dark sea of yore, turned towards the unforgiving ground. The earth would not save him now - it would only reject him, perhaps even after he would pass away and be buried in it. No, nothing would avail him now. His feet moved quicker than his mind, and he ran - anything to get away from the mess he had created with his own two paws. I can't do this. I can't do this. Goddamnit, why did she have to fall in love with me?!

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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