Mothpaw X Shadowpaw

Two OCs inspired by an RP

Mothpaw padded through RiverClan terriory, her thick golden fur glimmering silver in the moonlight. She padded out of the willows, arriving at the lake, and sat down. She let out a long breath. It was good to get away from the bustle of the Clan for a bit. She let out another breath, and her head snapped around as a twig crackled behind her.
 "Who's there?" She meowed, squinting to see into the darkness. Two familiar yellow-green eyes appeared, and she let out a sigh of relief. It was her friend, Shadowpaw.
 "Shadowpaw! You scared the lights out of me!" She purrs. He sits next to her, and the moon made even his black fur glow.
 "Sorry about your lights." He rumbles in amusement. She laughs and bats him. Something flutters in her heart. She liked Shadowpaw. Maybe as more than a friend. He purred and leapt on her, easily pinning her to the ground, due to his larger size. Mothpaw lets out a huff of annoyance. It wasn't fair! He was only a moon older. He purrs, leaning down on her.
 "Gotcha." He meows, and despite her struggles, Mothpaw couldn't get up. She relaxes.
 "Fine! You got me. But next time..." She trails off and signals to a mouse ahead of her. She crouches, ready to leap, when she feels a heavy weight on her haunches. She looks back to see Shadowpaw on top of her. She tilts her head quizzically.
 "What are you doing, mousebrain? You scared the mouse!" He purrs, pressing against her harder.
 "I have something in mind, much more exciting than a mouse!" She frowns. "W-what do you mean?" She knew exactly what he meant. Her heart quickened, but she was reluctant to pull away. He dug his long teeth into her scruff and she winced. "You aren't going anywhere." He growls, pulling her back and repositioning himself. He traced around her core with his member unsatitysfyingly, now fully extended. She moaned, bucking her hips, trying to make him dig into her. He smirks, grasping her belly, pulls back, and suddenly thrusts into her. She bucks, pleasure overwhelming her and, panting, she moans. Suddenly, he pulls back a terrible pain coarses through her. Her amber eyes fly open and she wails quietly. He digs and pulls back harder and harder, till the pain numbs to a pleasant tingling. With one last thrust, he sits back, and she collapses, exhausted. He licks her ear and trots back to camp.
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Two moons later, Mothflight, now a warrior, is nursing Shadowclaw's three kits. Squirrelkit, Ashkit, and Poppykit.