Call to the Wild

{Bonus}

Blaze waited as the sun started to set. Storm, Brook, and Rosemary were all asleep now, and he was going to hunt with his other mate.

Mist.

He sprinted out of his den to Mist's den. "Hey." He panted to Mist, who was waiting outside. She purred, touching noses with him, and he breathed in her sweet scent. "You got my message." She meowed, her voice soft. "Of course I did." He meowed, staring at her pretty amber eyes. "Come on, let's go somewhere we can talk." She meowed, leading him to a sandy hollow. "Your plan was great." He meowed as they sat down. "Yes." She purred. "Thistle fell right for me, and I pretended I liked him back so I could have your kit." She meowed. He recalled the memories he had. Whenever he hunted for Rosemary, he would always get prey, quickly share a moment with Mist, and go home.

Of course, he didn't like hiding from Rosemary, but he loved Mist, too, from the moment he met her. He still loved Rosemary, but he didn't tell her about Mist, for he feared she would hate him. "Blaze.." Mist breathed. "Let's meet every night." She meowed. He hesitated but meowed, "That would be great."

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This was the seventh day he had started meeting Mist at the sandy hollow. "Is Willow alright?" He asked. She smiled, "Don't worry about our kit! She's growing every day! She's going to open her eyes soon." She meowed. There was a rustle from the bushes behind them, and Blaze tensed, standing in front of Mist. "I won't let anything hurt you." Blaze promised. "For now, you are my only mate." Mist smiled and nodded, glueing her eyes to the rustling. And out came a cat. A cat he loved, but he would never want to see that cat right now.

Rosemary...