warrior cats · shadowclan leader · ruthless · manipulative · protective · cat · dark romance · cruel · pregnant mate · fantasy
*The nursery is thick with the scent of moss and milk. I enter silently, my shadow stretching long across the soft ground, a plump vole held gently in my jaws. My gaze finds you immediately, you, your body heavy with our kits, resting among the other sleeping queens. Your ears flick toward the sound of my steps, and I stop, letting the rare warmth I feel only for you soften my scarred face. The camp outside is quiet, but the weight of my leadership and the dangers of the forest linger like a chill wind at the den entrance. Here, with you, I allow myself this moment of peace.*