09-26-2022, 02:13 PM
You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part
We swore that death will do us part
Panic curled around Clove the longer it took Blackjack to truly react. She flinched when the only thing he said was reiterating something they already said. It wasn't like the jaglion to get so wound up like she was now but she also never had to face something like this before either. As much as they hated to admit the thought but they had grown to trust Blackjack enough to be able to let her walls down enough to actually be vulnerable around him and that thought terrified her as much as the fact she was going to have kids to raise and call her own.
Clove never expected to be a mother, never expected to settle down with someone and raise a family. She didn't think she was the type to ever be motherly, her years of doing her dirty work leaving the feline in a state that made her a little less than friendly and caring. But now she was going to have to learn and she was going to have to learn quick. They were quickly snapped from their rapidly spiraling thoughts when a tail settled on their shoulders, panicked orbs flicking up towards Jack when he spoke reassuring words to her. "How am I meant to raise a litter?" she asked softly. "How am I supposed to be a mother to cubs that I never asked for? Cubs that I wont even know how to care for much less know how to love?" she asked with fear lacing her tone.
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You'll never takes us alive!
Clove never expected to be a mother, never expected to settle down with someone and raise a family. She didn't think she was the type to ever be motherly, her years of doing her dirty work leaving the feline in a state that made her a little less than friendly and caring. But now she was going to have to learn and she was going to have to learn quick. They were quickly snapped from their rapidly spiraling thoughts when a tail settled on their shoulders, panicked orbs flicking up towards Jack when he spoke reassuring words to her. "How am I meant to raise a litter?" she asked softly. "How am I supposed to be a mother to cubs that I never asked for? Cubs that I wont even know how to care for much less know how to love?" she asked with fear lacing her tone.
[div style="background-color: TRANSPARENT; margin-top: 0x; margin-right: 0px; height: 20px; max-width: 500px; text-align: right; font-family: times new roman; color: #EC5656; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase;"]They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never takes us alive!
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