&& demonspawn

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

[[semi-private. No one else in until Crimsonstar is, 'kay?

Song is "Miss Independent" by Kelly Clarkson. Because it just fits.]]

Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss apprehensive
Said ooh, she fell in love

Demon lay down in the craggy confines that comprised GorgeClan's nursery. The young tabby sighed as she cast a glance at her swollen belly. Kits. Of all the things she'd do in life, she just had to go and get pregnant with Crimsonstar's kits. The red-orange she-cat smirked at that. Moons ago, she'd've clawed the ears off of any cat who'd said that she'd fall in love.
The twinge in her belly that she'd felt earlier sharpened, and Demon allowed herself a gasp as she turned her thoughts to other matters.
The kits were coming.

What is this feeling taking over?
Thinking no one could open the door
Surprise, it's time, to feel what's real
What happened to miss independent's no longer need to be defensive?
Goodbye, old you, when love, is true

Crimsonstar was a good tom. A bit too steeped in tradition, maybe, but...
Well, he liked her, didn't he? He was willing to risk his clanmates' dislike for her. And Demon liked that. She did.
Not that she'd ever tell him that in front of anyone. No. Demon was the sort of she-cat who believed that her personal feelings shouldn't get in the way of things. She was a sharp-tongued she-cat with sharper claws; no one dared question that. And she was content here, for once; she'd never had a permanent home, had never wanted one.
She'd been born in the Faithful Shadows, in a time where loyalties were vague, shadowy things. She'd declared herself independent from Stormfaith's gang when she was barely seven moons old, along with her longtime friends and partners-in-crime, Shroud and Shadow. When they'd joined MountainClan after the Shadows's demise, she'd left her love-struck friends for a life alone and, when that had failed and had nearly cost Shroud her life, she'd met Crimsonstar--then Redblood-- and had argued with him. Later, she'd run into him again, then left in the same state as before. And now, here was irony. After Shroud and Shadow had had their kits, after she'd watched Draik and Dumia grow up and join MireClan to become clan warriors, she'd made an allegiance, had mated with Crimsonstar and was happy to stay there.
But, again, she was happy. So what did it matter?

Misguided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you wanna use that line, you better not start, no

But she miscalculated
She didn't wanna end up jaded
And this miss decided not to miss out on true love

--time passage because I'm lazy... =P--

So, by changing a misconception
She went in a new direction
And found inside, she felt a connection
She fell in love

Two kits. Two kits, a tom and a she, lay curled up next to Demon, snug in the curve of her belly. Wordlessly, she nuzzled the tom, admiring his swirling red-orange pelt. Handsome, if a little small. Odd pelt, though. She liked it. With a wily smile, she spoke. "Chaoskit." Chaoskit. It seemed a fitting name for him, given what his parents had dealt with over their lives.
And as for the she-kit...
She looked a lot like her father. Bigger than Chaoskit, with darker red fur that fit a normal tabby pattern. On her paws, the fur lightened to a brilliant orange, more like hers. Demon smiled. "Hellkit," she said with a bit of a chuckle. It was like both her kits were reincarnations of her and Crimsonstar, if in appearance alone.

What is this feeling taking over?
Thinking no one could open the door
Surprise, it's time, to feel what's real
What happened to miss independent's no longer need to be defensive?
Goodbye, old you, when love, is true (when love, is true)

She couldn't wait to see what they were like when they were older. With another chuckle, she called out, "Oi! Crimson! Ya wanna s'prise?"

When miss independent walked away
No time for love that came her way
She looked in the mirror and thought today
What happened to miss no longer afraid?
It took some time for her to see
How beautiful love could truly be
No more talk of why can't that be me
I'm so glad I've finally seen

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[angels.to.demons]

Hmm. Interesting song choice. ^^
I can't believe you like Ballroom Blitz. xDDDD
The first time I heard the song, I couldn't stop laughing.
All well.

Crimsonstar heard the laughing chuckle of Demon, and he rolled his eyes, a warm feeling spreading through him. Oh, dear god, not another of her "surprises". The last one had left her pregnant with his litter -- but that was another story, ah-hem -- but, woe and behold, when the large, dark ginger tabby arrived at the scene of crime, his amber-green eyes bulged open with vivid surprise.

Demon lie in the moss, at her curved belly two small kits, look-a-likes, that was for sure. He couldn't help but stare, not in surprise or joy, but in a nonplussed, noncomittal way that made him rethink his motives. Didn't want to disappoint his lady, after all, so, as Doomgust would have done to Flowerpetal after their millions of babies, he smiled appreciatively, stepping forward. Aw... Demon... they look like you! I jus' hope they grow outta that, he teased, staring down at them for a moment.

A slighter, odd-colored but handsome young tomkit, with a swirled ginger pelt in different shades and tones lie closest to him while the she-kit, with his bone structure and darker, blood-like ginger pelt lie opposite him. His eyes scanned them, and he wondered if they would be like he and Slashedpaw had been before the "split" of the Clan. Or like how Demon and Scarface had been after he had been mauled by Shadow.

Um... better not to think of such things.

He just hoped he would grow to like the kits better in the future, for he truly was not very impressed by either. Still, he wasn't disgusted or angry, so that was good. Glancing softly at his feisty female, he asked, So, what'cha decide to call 'em? I didn't get in in time t'hear, so... Tilting his head quizzically and then flicking her flank with his tail in a soft-hearted show of affection, he knew she was probably exhausted and was proud of her for coping with something that terrible.

But, what else would Demon do, but fight?

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

[[I find it to be a hilarious song. Found it while listening/watching AMVs on YouTube; they only had the first half, though... =K <---fangs! eek.
Actually, I find many things hilarious. Like a little kid I was babysitting who shouted at his 6-month old dog:
"No! You can't eat Thomas [the tank engine]! You can't eat Thomas! I like Thomas!"
XD]]

"Hellkit fer the gal," Demon said, flicking her tail over the kit who looked so much like Crimsonstar. "An' Chaoskit fer th' fella." The tabby shrugged, nudging the swirl-striped kit. She looked up at her mate and, though she'd argue differently, 'leader'.
"I think they're damn good names, whether you'n'yer clan like 'em or not." Demon narrowed her green eyes, as though challenging Crimsonstar to argue with her. "They're our kits, Red. Ya can let'cher Clan buddies in ter meet 'em an' whatever-else they do with new kits, but the names ain't changin', an' we ain't leavin' 'less you are, Crims." The red-orange tabby touched her tail against his and smiled, a very smal smile, but still a noticeable smile.
"G'wan now," she added quietly. "Ya wanna tell 'em, or ya think they'll figure it out within a week?"

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[[Demon is great. ^-^]]

[angels.to.demons]

Yeah, she is. ^^
Well, I get so damn tired of all my toms coming into see their mates with the new kids and saying, "Like, OMG, they are so cute I love them oh my gawdddd!"
Crimsonstar doesn't flow that way. xD
I guess he'll warm up to them someday.

Reply when you "finish", though it looks finished to me.

[[don't]fear[the]reaper]

[[Nor does Dem. She still doesn't like 'em much, but she's fine.
Chaoskit's my favorite character ever, or will be. He's Mr. Quiet-but-Very-Rebellious.
Listen to "Me Against the World" by Simple Plan. That's his theme, for now...

And, yar, tis finished.]]