{-[When you die]-[No one will hear you scream]-}

[Siren]

She padded slightly through the grass, wind still whispering through her fur, and wordless alluring song still finding it's way from her muzzle to be carried on the wind. She was a beautiful thing, a dangerous thing, like the scented, wine red rose, hiding it's thorns until you make the mistake of trying to pick it.

Ah, but someone seemed to find a way to pick the rose without harm. This could be seen by her growing belly under her pelt of ebony and earth hues. A clever feline that must of been, or at least quite a handsome one, you think?

Now Siren's eyes of seemingly liquid gold slid open to reveal slitted black pupils, which focused on the small brown field mouse that nibbled a seed before her. Strange, it would not run at the sound of the song? But you forget, the lyric less melody was quite the treat for the ears, one could not help but listen.

At least until they learned of the danger this may bring to them. The field mouse realized this only a second too late, it seems, as now it's motionless and broken body had just received treatment from the claws of queen known as Siren, and now lay limply in her jaws, the sound of her musical and mysterious voice now quiet as she waited with the mouse in her jaws for her mate.

[Bristleclaw]

And arrive he did. Because the tom known as Phobia was this dangerous feline's mate, and he knew what he'd gotten himself into...being the mate of such a decieving face? Of course. He'd fallen in love the heartbeat he'd met her, but hadn't they all? She was, after all, the Siren.

And no one can resist the Siren's Song.

Ha; Phobia wasn't exactly the most clever.

...This is a lie. He was extremely clever; the most clever tom to ever walk these dead fields. He watched with a charming interest as Siren caught the field mouse; she was even graceful with forms of life growing inside of her.

"You're even perfect with kits in you."

Siren's mate brushed against her, now standing beside the beautiful femme. His tail flicked and he nuzzled her side, feeling squirms.

The beauty of life was truly...beautiful.

ooc - how far would she be by now?

[Siren]

She looked over to him, though only her eyes slid in their sockets to peer at her mate, a low, rumbling purr starting from deep inside her. Yes, of course she was perfect. She was the most perfect of them all! ... She believed, atleast. But never tell her thay she may be wrong if you value your life.

The queen now nuzzled her mate back, mouse still in jaws, as if she refused to drop it. She may share her catch, if he asked nicely, perhaps.

Ooc: Heh. xD I can't think of much else. And her belly is still growing but almost done |3

[Bristleclaw]

Phobia knew Siren's tricks; she'd make him do something for that mouse, he knew that. Be sneaky? Be nice? Be a cutie? Be a fighter? He thought. Cutie; she seemed to be in a 'cutie' or a 'nice' mood.

"Pwease, miss Siwen, cudd I have a bit of dat mousie thewe?"

He nuzzled his mate again on her shoulder, then lowered his nuzzle-point to her belly - swolen with kittens. His kittens. Suddenly it hit Phobia - I'm going to be a father! He froze in mid-nuzzle, then smiled. He was okay with being a daddy...especially if he was the daddy of Siren's kits.

"Siren, we're going to be parents."

He raised his head to gaze into his mate's eyes.

"They'll all be perfect, just like you."

[Siren]

Siren had to purr at that. Her mate could be so amusing! She lowered her head and placed the mouse on the ground, then pushed it over to him with a paw. She lifted her black and brown furred head back up at his comment, looking back at his eyes, she smiled slightly, pearly white teeth that showed glistening.

"Indeed, we are... And of course."

But if the kits weren't perfect, she already figured out what she would do in her mind.

She would abandon them. Imperfect kits wouldn't deserve to live. It is, after all, survival of the fittest.

[Bristleclaw]

He gobbled up his share of mouse hungrily; he hadn't eaten in at least a day or two, seeing as he'd given Siren any food he'd caught. He saw the thoughts behind Siren's eyes and blinked. Something cruel was going through her mind; abandoning kits, but Phobia didn't quite interpret that part.

Phobia passed the other half of the mouse to his mate and nuzzled her belly again. She was so beautiful, even with the little bulge.

"Where will we go, when the kits are born?"

His tail flicked and he lay down beside Siren. Her belly didn't even look bulged; her black and brown fur seemed to slim her down.

[Siren]

Siren crouched and nibbled at what was left of the mouse, purring at her mate's affection. She passed his question back and fourth in her mind. Where would they go? She finished the mouse and sat up, passing her tongue over her lips and then closing her eyes in thought.

They would go someplace strong, someplace worthy...

"We will go to the clan of bones."

Ah, yes, she'd heard of it. What rogue living in the meadow hadn't?

"We will go to Boneclan."

[Bristleclaw]

BoneClan?

He'd heard of the more evil Clan in the meadows; the original, or one of them. Bane and Sharpfang led it, along with Bane's daughter, Darkangel. He purred. They were a strong group. Siren and Phobia would be happy there.

"BoneClan...Our kits will be safe there. Safe from any threats; they are a strong Clan, no doubt."

[Siren]

"Indeed."

The she-cat with the fur of coal and mud hues lay down, suddenly feeling tired. Her mind drifted to thoughts of her kits, then she looked up at Phobia rather tiredly.

"You.. Go hunt.. You haven't eatten much. I can stay here..."

[Bristleclaw]

Phobia nodded as Siren ordered him to hunt. She seemed extremely tired, but did not question her. Those kits were being created inside of her; why wouldn't she be tired? But she was so close to her kitting, he didn't want to leave her along...yet Phobia hunted anyway.

He soon caught three mice and a few voles, and sat down to eat one of each. He was indeed a hungry boy. But the sun was setting quickly and night was not the time for a pregnant femme to be alone, especially such a pretty one. He caught another vole, then padded quickly back to where Siren lay.

He reached a rock, which was about halfway between where he had been and where his mate was. Night was falling and he stopped for a rest; he'd been hunting for hours and now was very tired. Siren could wait just a bit longer, couldn't she? He lay down and took a nap.

[Siren]

Siren simply napped peacefully, laying hidden in the grass where her mate had left her.

She did not dream, however. There was no worries about her kits, no concerns. She had already made up her mind. Any imperfect ones were worthless and would be abandoned.

And if they were all imperfect.. Well, they were all worthless then.

Afterall, a perfect feline should not be with imperfect kits.

[autumn]

He woke. The moon was much higher now. Had he slept for so long? Phobia stretched and yawned, then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Siren! He raced towards where he'd left her to find his mate slumbering peacefully.

He hadn't dreamt, either; he'd only slept. He watched his mate sleep softly and smiled, going to lay down beside her.

In the back of his mind, he knew what she would do if the kits weren't perfect. She'd abandon them. But it wasn't really an issue now; all that mattered now was keeping her safe.

[Siren]

She became aware of his presence when he got close to her, and liquid amber hues became slightly visible as she opened her eyes, yet kept them almost closed. Sleep kept her mind in a haze, but she knew this was her mate next to her through his scent.

"Did you eat...?"

Siren mumbled, her voice showing she still half asleep. She wasn't really intirely aware of her surroundings, and could probably be manipulated very easily at the current moment.

But don't expect such a perfect feline to stay like this.

[phobia]

<sub>He smiled and rested his muzzle on Siren's head.

"Of course."

He murmured. Suddenly a different thought crossed his mind--naming the kits? What would they name her?

"Siren, dearest--what will we name the little ones?"

ooc - short x3</sub>

[Siren]

"Thats good..."

She closed her eyes again, a low purr rumbling from deep inside her.

"... I've always liked the name Shard..."

OoC: Mine's shorter >:3

[phobia]

<sub>Phobia purred. Shard was a beautiful name...But there looked to be more than one kit in that belly. They needed to have back-up names...Shard would be one of the kits, that's for sure, because Siren was right--she was always right.

He nuzzled her belly, feeling kits squirming. Two, at least. He smiled. He was the father of a beautiful queen's kits--or, was going to be the father of a beautiful queen's kits. A perfectly beautiful queen. Because Siren was perfect and beautiful--perfectly beautiful, beautifully perfect.</sub>

[Siren]

Ooc: They've moved again xD; Just a note to anyone following the events going on with Siren and Phobia :3 We left this board because... There wasn't much to do >.>;