Oblivion [Rated M, Forcer Needed]

Sage

I bristled. "You've already mated me," I hissed. "You've watched me suffer, and ruined my life. Haven't you done enough?"

Nightstalker

"Have you forgot that you've now given birth to my kits? I'm going to stay and protect you and them with my life." I hissed back.

Sage

My ears laced back and I hissed. "Whatever," I responded, laying my head on my paws. "Think what you want. I'm leaving as soon as I can stand."

Nightstalker

"No you aren't." I growled.

Sage

I glared at him, lip curled in a snarl. "And who's stopping me?" My tail tightened around my kits.

Nightstalker

"Me." I hissed, my tail slicing warningly.

Sage

I slitted my eyes at him. "If I have any toms," I growled, "you will never raise them to be like you!" I knew very well that I could never win in a fight against him. My fur bristled and I protectively pressed against my kits, but my gaze never left his.

Nightstalker

I hissed and the fur on my back lifted. I sat down at the entrance to the den and watched her.

Sage

I lowered my head to look at my kits. "Don't worry," I whispered. "We'll get out of here."

Nightstalker

I sighed and layed down.

(Time skip?)

(To when?)

(Maybe to when the kits are older?)

(Fine with me.)

Sage

It had been seven moons. My kits were much older now. They could walk and talk. I just needed to teach them how to hunt. I had already recovered from my pregnancy, my belly returning back to normal. I yawned and then looked at my kits with a tiny smile. I hadn't named them yet. I had hoped to name them today, as today they had turned seven moons.

Nightstalker

I walked into my den dragging a couple of rabbits behind me. I had grown trusting of Sage and she had proven herself trustworthy.

Sage

My pelt prickled a little as he entered the den, but I forced my fur down and gave a tiny smile. The smell of meat wafted into my nostrils and I flicked my tail. One day, I would get out of here. I only trusted the male a little bit, and he seemed to trust me as well. But still... I wanted to leave the den. I barely got out of here, and my fur was starting to get soft, my muscles cramped and aching. I felt as if I was getting old. My ears flattened a little bit and I glanced in the direction of my kits as they wrestled.

Nightstalker

I drug one of the rabbits over to Sage and set it in front of her. Then I settled down to eat mine. A few minutes later I looked up and said, "My food stash is getting low. I'll probably need some help to restock it. How would you like to go out with me tomorrow and help me hunt?" I had noticed she was getting out of shape so she probably needed to go out.

Sage

I lifted my head and gave a tiny nod. "Alright."

Nightstalker

"Winderful." I replied. Then I bent my head to eat my rabbit.

Sage

I lifted my head. Once I was free, I could escape. But what about my kits? If I ran off, where would I go? I would not leave my kits. I nibbled on the rabbit, not very hungry. What if the male harmed my kits when I escaped? I pricked the rabbit's fur with my claws, frustrated.

Nightstalker

I finished my rabbit and lifted my head.

I pushed away the rabbit, wrapping my tail around my body and glancing away, staring at my kits.

Nightstalker

I watchd her for a moment then put my head on my paws with a sigh.

I turned my back and padded over to my kits, nudging them. They squealed and I lay down, grooming down their fur and purring softly.